Chapter 55 He Stood Up for Me

I stared at Leona. As identical twins, her face was strikingly similar to mine. To outsiders, the resemblance was nearly indistinguishable. But now that I'd cut my hair short, most people could tell us apart just by our hairstyles. If I wore a wig, would others automatically assume I was her? Back then, fear of imprisonment had clouded my mind—I'd never even considered this possibility. Yet I didn't react at all. No expression changed on my face. Harlan Hawthorne also looked at me with clear disdain. "If you have a grievance, take it to the police. Telling us won't help." "The one who framed me planned this meticulously. I can't do anything. Keaton Hawthorne, if you don't believe me, then I'll just… divorce my husband." I glanced at Dominic, hesitated, then said, "...divorce my husband." Dominic looked at me, his eyes full of displeasure. He grabbed my hand and said to Harlan, "Grandfather, are you treating my marriage like a game? Changing it back and forth?" This marriage really was