Chapter 695 Who Am I?

“We’ve already asked Owen. He said you’re not Yunice, and you’re not Elsie either. He doesn’t even know who you are.”

Elsie said nothing.

“And what did my mom say?”

“Lily gave the exact same answer as Owen.”

Elsie still said nothing.

The officer’s voice hardened. “So who the hell are you?”

Elsie was stuck.

She clenched the hem of her shirt, trying to think her way through it.

Owen and Lily were denying her because they were afraid the truth would come out–that they’d once helped her assume a false identity.

Her old identity was officially dead. The body had been cremated. They probably thought that if they kept denying her, the whole thing would just disappear.

But if she didn’t admit to her connection with Timothy, she’d become a nobody–a person without any legal identity.

And if she did admit to being with Timothy, then she was nothing more than a hillbilly from the mountains, with no ties to the Saunders family whatsoever.

She was cornered.

Elsie hesitated for a moment–then suddenly started laughing blankly, like she’d lost her mind. “Heh… I’m the eldest daughter of the Saunders family, hehe… You all have to listen to me… Who am I… I don’t even know who I am… Do you know who I am?”

She grabbed the nearest officer, acting completely deranged.

The police looked at each other, stunned. In the end, because they couldn’t determine her identity, and couldn’t reach her family, and since Lily refused to take a DNA test with her, they had no way of pressing charges without solid identification.

All they could do was call in a psychiatrist. After confirming she was mentally ill, she was temporarily sent to a community psychiatric hospital.

But the hospital was poorly run and understaffed. Within a few days, Elsie escaped.

The first thing she did after getting out was look for Owen and Lily.

She was convinced they’d denied her only to avoid legal trouble, not because they truly didn’t recognize her.

Taking advantage of the night and a lax nurse, she slipped into Owen’s hospital room.

The second Owen saw her, his brows furrowed sharply. He immediately reached for his phone.

But Lily snatched it before he could grab it. Eyes red with tears, she cried, “Owen, are you trying to push your sister to her death? I’ve already done what you asked–I denied her. The cops believed Elsie’s dead. No one will ever know you broke the law to change her identity. Why can’t you just accept her now?”

Elsie stood there, one hand resting on her swollen belly, stunned.

She could hardly believe her ears. Owen wasn’t doing this for her. He really had no intention of recognizing her anymore?

“Owen, you’re not going to acknowledge me? How could you… You promised me. You said you’d treat me better than anyone else in your life. You said you’d never accept Yunice. It’s only been three months… How could you change your mind so fast…”

Tears streamed down her face.

But Owen kept his expression cold as he reached for the nurse call button.

Lily yanked it out of the wall before he could press it.

Just like how Owen had once yanked Yunice’s call button–keeping her from asking for help while she was sick.

Owen stared at his mother, wide-eyed.

Lily cried, full of guilt. She knew Owen was still recovering and couldn’t move easily, so she deliberately stepped back, out of reach.

“She’s my daughter too,” Lily said. “I can’t just stand by and watch her suffer…”

Owen’s voice was icy. “Fine. Since you want the truth, then let’s lay it all out! Elsie, say it yourself! You’d never seen the real world. I gave you everything–good food, a nice home. You felt ashamed of your background, so I gave you status and credentials to cover it up. And how did you repay me? You took my money and gave it to that bastard father of yours! I treated you better than my own sister, and you destroyed my business, wrecked my family, ruined my health, and gave me a criminal record. You’re like a goddamn parasite that sucked the life out of me! And now you dare demand that I love you forever? Go find Timothy! Let him love you!”

Elsie trembled at his words, holding her head and sobbing uncontrollably. She started crying that it was all Timothy’s fault. That he’d forced her. That if she didn’t go along with it, he’d expose her.

She claimed she’d only treated Timothy well to shut him up–for the sake of everyone’s reputation.

But no matter how eloquently she pleaded, Owen–who had already crawled back from death–would never believe her again.

He’d finally seen the truth.

He didn’t blame Yunice anymore. It was his and Elsie’s own damn fault.

And since Elsie still insisted on making excuses, he figured he might as well tear her mask off.

He looked down at her huge, foul-smelling belly and sneered. “If you’re so pure and innocent, then explain that belly of yours.”

Elsie sobbed, “I was attacked by a monster! I passed out in the hospital… I thought I was dead. But when I woke up, I was in a cave… Some maniac tortured me… and did this to me…”