Chapter 1093: Wedding (4) – Confirming Hannah's Identity

"If you're here for the wedding, you're welcome," Doyle said coldly, blocking Oscar. "I'd even be honored to have Northfield's leader in attendance. But if not..."

Doyle's eyes hardened. If Oscar acted recklessly, he would face the consequences.

"I need to speak with Besse for a few minutes," Oscar insisted firmly.

Tension crackled between them. Everyone held their breath, silent.

Doyle said, "This is my wedding. I won't tolerate interruptions, not even from you, Commander."

He showed no interest in conversation, and taking Besse's hand, started to walk past Oscar.

Oscar's eyes flickered. He was about to act, but undercover guards aimed pistols at him. He glanced around cautiously.

"I've never been threatened," Doyle declared, leaving with Besse into the Jolencami sunshine.

"Hannah!" Oscar called out, drawn to her silhouette. Besse’s lips tightened; she wouldn't give him a chance.

"Hannah!" Oscar said, nervousness edging his voice. Besse remained impassive. "Don't you want to know who you are?"

Besse finally turned, her gaze cold, devoid of emotion. She regarded him as a stranger, perhaps an annoying one.

"Give me a few minutes, I'll explain!" Oscar ignored her hostility. He couldn't let her marry without an explanation. He'd once wished for her happiness in any afterlife, but now he regretted that sentiment. He wanted her back.

He should have arrived in Jolencami yesterday, but delays prevented it. Now, he saw her in a wedding dress, about to marry another.

"Don't mind him," Doyle said icily, unwilling to understand or engage with Oscar. He took Besse's hand and prepared to leave.

Oscar's face darkened. With countless weapons trained on him, he impulsively lunged toward Besse.

Susan watched in shock, terrified by Oscar’s actions and the impending violence. She braced herself for gunfire.

Then, Besse spoke.

"Let me talk to Oscar."

Doyle looked uneasy; the armed guards were ready to fire at a word from him.

"Five minutes," Besse said, releasing Doyle's hand and walking toward Oscar.

Oscar watched intently.

"Come inside," Besse said.

Oscar followed. Everyone held their breath. After a long silence, Susan opened her eyes, relieved by the absence of gunshots; Oscar and Besse emerged separately. The others remained outside.

Inside, Besse stated, "We have five minutes." Her expression was frigid.

Oscar quickly produced a piece of paper. "Salem's paternity test results. It shows your biological relationship. If you doubt it, Salem is here; we can do another test."

He handed over the paper. Besse took it, remaining emotionless as she read. "The DNA test confirms Salem is Besse's son."

She wondered how Oscar obtained her hair sample. Or was it Manuel? It seemed likely Manuel orchestrated this to buy Oscar time; accessing her hair had been easy. Even Manuel had long suspected her true identity. But none of it mattered. She simply looked at the report coldly.

"You are Hannah, not Besse," Oscar said, his hand outstretched, though she didn't take it. "I've consulted experts. Your amnesia might be due to trauma, but with treatment, your memory could be restored..."

"Oscar, I know who I am," Hannah interrupted.

She remembered everything. After the Northfield accident, her memory had returned. She wasn't Besse; she only shared her face. She was Hannah, who should have died with Lillian but survived.

Surprise and panic flickered in Oscar's eyes. Hannah's face remained impassive, devoid of emotion.

"Anything else?" she asked coldly.

Oscar fell silent. The words he'd prepared were useless now. Would she still marry Doyle? Would she leave him, knowing her true identity?

Hannah waited, assuming he was finished. She turned to leave.

Two steps away, Oscar grabbed her.

"Hannah!" he cried, panic in his voice.