Chapter 324

“It’s not just my arm—my face, my body... there are burns everywhere.” Serena Dawson brushed aside her hair, revealing a scar so harsh it made people flinch. Every time she saw that scar, the pain of skin grafts and those endless days of healing came rushing back. Back then, she had been pregnant—couldn’t even take proper painkillers. It was pure hatred that kept her alive through agony most people wouldn’t even imagine. “Thank God for modern medicine,” she said. “I made it. And not just survived—I’ve come back stronger, bolder, with a whole new identity that shines.” Chloe Garland backed up against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor, her face blank, eyes dead. “So you didn’t die. Then the autopsy... the cemetery... all fake.” Her voice cracked after a long silence, followed by a hollow, broken laugh. Serena turned and sat down on the couch, arms crossed loosely. “Of course it was fake. Autopsy reports aren’t something you can just get your hands on, you know? I let you find wh