Chapter 682

The next morning, Jane woke up tucked under the blankets in her large bed, staring at the giant Peppa Pig decal on the ceiling. Yet the faces of Abigail and Aunt Dora kept flashing through her mind simultaneously. She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but the more she thought about it, the more she noticed an uncanny resemblance between Abigail's delicate features and Aunt Dora's. And Aunt Dora had mentioned yesterday that she was returning to Bannon today... At that thought, Jane abruptly sat up, the sudden movement jostling Mina, who had been sprawled frog-like in deep slumber beside her. Rubbing her bleary eyes, Mina blinked groggily at her. "Jane, what's the rush? It's barely morning." By then, Jane had already transformed her bulky brick of a computer into a sleek notebook. Her tiny, chubby fingers danced across the miniature keyboard as she explained, "Sis, I think your gut feeling might be right. The more I thought about it, the more Abigail seems to resemble Aunt Dora