Chapter 488

"I'm not sure about that," Paul replied gently. He then turned to look at the woman lying on the hospital bed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and let out a helpless sigh. It seemed that my memory was flawed, which meant Joanna's search for the truth about her biological parents' deaths would be even more difficult than they had anticipated. My expression darkened, and my lips pressed together tightly as I fell into silence. Paul reached out and patted my shoulder reassuringly. "You were only eight years old back then. It's completely normal to have trouble remembering everything clearly." I lifted my head, my eyes filled with confusion as I looked at the man sitting beside me. "Is it really normal?" I could still vividly recall the little girl's face, hair, and voice. But if I had met Joanna in kindergarten, why hadn't I recognized her? Could it be that my savior wasn't actually Joanna? The thought sent a cold shiver down my spine. My hands clenched into fists once more