No More Waiting, She Chooses Love
Chapter 685

I wasn't certain if Conrad would resort to violence, but the situation was uncomfortable enough as it was, so I turned and left without using the wheelchair. "What a bunch of fools," Fanny muttered as she hurried over to help steady me.

She pushed me out of sight before stopping. "Felicia, did he have a mole on his neck? Could it have been removed? Did you feel any scars?"

She asked because she still had doubts about Phipps not being Ernest. After all, his face was eerily similar to Ernest's.

I shook my head gently. I was skeptical too and had been feeling around his neck for any signs.

Seeing my reaction, Fanny looked confused as well. She helped me sit down and asked again, "So, do you think he's Ernest?"

Sometimes intuition is more reliable than what we see, especially when appearances can be deceiving nowadays.

I was unsure. Initially, I thought he was Ernest, merely assuming a new identity and pretending not to recognize me. But his indifference when he threatened to call the police, and the disdain in his eyes left me uncertain. Ernest loved me. He crafted a bell bracelet for me, ordered rings, which I still wore. He would have noticed them.

If Phipps really were Ernest, he wouldn't have been so cold and unfeeling toward me.

"Felicia, if you're sure he's not Ernest, then let's just consider him a stranger," Fanny suggested, likely trying to protect me from further distress.

I remained silent, and Fanny sighed, "There's another way. We could get his DNA tested. Isn't he part of the Collins family? You could ask his sister or someone from the Collins family for a DNA test."

"But he and Susie Collins aren't biological siblings," I pointed out, causing Fanny to pause.

"The Collins family, then?" Fanny mused, then shook her head. "I doubt they'd cooperate with you."

"If you had a child with Ernest, we could have tested that," Fanny lamented.

A DNA test seemed impossible, yet that didn't mean there were no other options.

I was exhausted, a deep weariness that permeated my body and soul. After returning home, I surprisingly fell asleep after days of insomnia.

The next day, I awoke to numerous missed calls from Conrad, Dustin, Allen, and Grant. I dismissed them all, assuming they concerned Phipps. "Phipps?"

I murmured his name, his face vivid in my mind.

He wasn't Ernest, so why did he resemble him so closely?

Moreover, why did he appear just as I began investigating the Sapphire Lounge?

The male models had been arranged by Allen, so he must have known what Phipps looked like beforehand. It seemed Allen had orchestrated this on purpose.

What was Allen's objective?

If Ernest had been taken out by Dustin, and Dustin was now aligned with Allen, wasn't Allen worried about provoking Dustin?

Suddenly, I realized Allen might be scheming something.

Phipps' presence wasn't a coincidence but a deliberate move by Allen. But why did Phipps look so much like Ernest? Was it mere chance?

I felt there was more to it, so I

couldn't let go of Phipps just yet det

needed to get closer to him, regardless of Allen's motives for using him to draw me in.

Having resolved this, I no longer dwelled on it. I got up, freshened up, and was midway through my makeup when I received a message from Grant: "Still coming to the

office?"

I replied with a single word: "Yes."

He didn't respond further, nor did I inquire. On my way, I picked up a coffee and a sandwich and headed to the office.

Upon arrival, Grant approached me, nodding towards the conference room, "Someone's looking for you."