When The Family Reads The Fake Heiress Mind

This man’s the final boss, not Carson. Jean stared at the defined lines of Hector’s face, and a wave of sour, aching mist rose in her chest.

“So I was wrong.” Realizing the man in front of her wasn’t the one she remembered, Jean lowered her gaze; a dark, gloomy shade clouded her eyes.

The gloom passed in a flash. She tugged at the corner of her lips, forcing a gentle smile. “Sorry for disturbing you.”

She turned and tugged lightly at Shmuel’s sleeve. “Since you’ve got a patient today, I’ll come back another time.”

With that, she turned to leave-noveldrama

But Samuel grabbed her wrist.

Pressure tightened around her wrist bone, and Jean had no choice but to stop.

“Jean,” Samuel’s brow furrowed slightly; something doubtful flickered in his deep–set eyes, though his voice was as gentle as ever. “Carson… who’s that?”

Jean hadn’t expected him to ask so directly.

She pressed her lips together, trying to lie. “There’s no Carson… you must’ve misheard.”

But for once, Samuel didn’t let it go. “Just now, you mistook my patient for Carson, didn’t you? The first thing out of your mouth, you clearly called him Carson…”

Jean’s face froze for a second. Then, she dropped her gaze and fell into a long silence.

Samuel watched her carefully, then said in a soft voice, “I’m not trying to pressure you into explaining anything… it’s just, when you said the name Carson, you didn’t look okay.”

“I was a little worried.” His voice was like spring rain–gentle and soothing, laced with calm reassurance.

Jean’s heart warmed instantly.

“Samuel, I’m okay.” She shook her head quickly, lips curving into a faint smile. “Carson, he…”

As she said the name, Jean couldn’t help glancing at Hector, who still sat nearby.

The man looked like a robot with no temperature–his face devoid of any emotion, seated like a statue, those jet–black eyes dark and bottomless.

Carson had never looked like that.

Maybe I really did get it wrong. Carson was someone I met a long time ago, Jean admitted. He just looks a bit like your patient.

“Looks a bit like him?” Samuel raised an eyebrow without thinking. “That’s quite the coincidence.”

“Yeah… a real coincidence.” Jean echoed quietly, almost like she was saying it to herself.

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Chapter 334 Carson, Then Who is He?

She left the hospital.

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Still carrying her backpack, she didn’t flag down a taxi right away. Instead, she wandered aimlessly through the noisy streets.

Everything that had happened today had left her rattled. How could two people look that much alike…

Apart from the expression and the energy, he was nearly identical to Carson.

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Even the body type and build were cerily similar.

For a second, she’d actually thought-

Carson had transmigrated too. That he wasn’t some character from a book, but a real, living person from her world.

He belonged to the life she had before falling into this novel, to the memories of her past.

Jean had no idea how long she walked-

Until the sun dipped beyond the horizon, nightfall arrived, and she found herself surrounded by the glow of neon lights.

Jean looked up, taking in the dazzling city with quiet awe–but her eyes stung with sadness.

For the first time, she began to miss her life before she landed in this book, and she missed Carson too.