The online community was already abuzz with public opinion.
Netizen A: “Damn! What’s shocking isn’t that Heather is not Liana, but that Josie is Liana!”
Netizen B: “Oh my God! The world has gone mad!”
Netizen C: “No wonder people have always said that Josie looks like Heather. In reality, it’s not that Josie resembles Heather, but rather, Heather resembles Josie!”
This significant revelation sent shockwaves through the hearts of many prominent individuals in attendance.
Justin, who stood by Mallory’s side, couldn’t believe what had happened. He had been seething with rage, but now his complexion had turned ashen. He realized that Josie had manipulated him into doing all those things not because she despised Heather, but because she wanted to reclaim what was rightfully hers.
Down below, numerous staff members were bustling about. Isaac raised his hand to summon a senior executive. “Immediately attend to the tasks we haven’t finished yet. Be quick!”
“Understood!”
The events of today were monumental. Rachel was not the Liana that the Olsen family had been searching for all these years. It was clear then that today’s wedding would not proceed. Dexter would not marry an imposter.
At the same time, Russell Group’s stocks continued to plummet, shifting from a brief period of positive performance to the present state of intricate uncertainty.
Zachariah had no interest in getting involved in the dispute. He sat backstage, holding his laptop and checking the stock prices, genuinely worried for Dexter.
He had known long ago that such a situation would arise, but he had still tacitly allowed it. He had even encouraged Josie’s people to carry out the plan to completion.
For the first time in decades, Mark wore a shocked expression. His eyes were rimmed with red as he stared intently at Josie beside him.
With tears welling up in her eyes, she watched as her friends on the scene bravely took the lead for her plan.
She had thought it didn’t matter, but when the evidence was laid out one by one for the world to see, she realized that she actually cared.
She was bothered by her stolen identity, bothered by the humiliation she had endured over the years.
Mark could hardly believe it. The person standing before him was the biological daughter he had been searching for all these years.
The person he had cherished and valued so much had turned out to be a mere imposter. For the sake of that imposter, he had said and done many things that hurt Josie.
Mark found it hard to accept what was happening. He clutched his chest, struggling to stay upright. Suddenly, he rushed toward Josie, grabbed her hand, and swiftly pulled down the clothing from her shoulder.
An act that should have been seen as highly disrespectful, at that moment, appeared remarkably tragic and solemn.
Josie remained motionless, allowing him to tug and pull at her. Then, she said nonchalantly, “I have a birthmark.”
The gentle tugging motion of Mark came to an abrupt halt. He saw the red cloud on Josie’s fair shoulder blade.
“It’s her… It really is her…”
Josie looked into Mark’s eyes, which were filled with despair and pain, and she couldn’t help but let her tears flow freely. Sobbing, she asked, “Do you feel happy or regretful now that you’ve confirmed it, Mr. Olsen?”
A few hours ago, he had told her that he would never regret it.
“So that’s what it means…”
Mark’s hand was shaking terribly. He asked through gritted teeth, “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Josie wanted to laugh, but she couldn’t. “It’s a pity. I found out too late.”
Meanwhile, Mallory signaled for the video to resume playing.
The video had reached its end when Josie appeared. Under the dim lighting of the camera, she calmly removed her overcoat. Then, she turned around, facing the camera to reveal her iconic birthmark.
She didn’t utter a single word, yet it was this very silence that resonated profoundly with everyone.
