“Answer me,” Jamie’s voice held an unquestionable command.
Suzie’s gaze swept over him coolly, her voice flat and emotionless. “I’m a liar. You can’t trust anything a liar says.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Jamie’s face swooped in close, so close she could feel his breath on her skin.
Suzie instinctively recoiled, but he pressed forward, inch by inch.
“Are you trying to get me to kiss you again?” A faint, ambiguous smile played on his lips.
Suzie was speechless. The man was certifiably insane. Once she got the chance, she was definitely checking him into a psychiatric hospital.
Masking the flash of shock on her face, she turned her head away and answered reluctantly, “I don’t know. I’ve had it since I was a child. If you want to know, go ask Margaret.”
Her curt reply was tinged with annoyance. In her memory, the necklace had always been with her.
Suzie had asked Margaret about it many times, but her mother’s answers were always vague. Once, in a rare moment of kindness, Margaret had told her it would bring good luck.
Having worn it since childhood, Suzie had grown attached to it and never took it off. But now, it was gone, thrown away by Jamie.
Hearing Suzie say she’d worn the necklace since she was a child, Jamie was filled with doubt.
He clearly remembered Chloe saying the same thing. Although the necklaces were identical, Suzie and Chloe came from vastly different worlds; it seemed impossible for them to have any blood relation.
Moreover, after seeing Chloe’s necklace, he had already investigated. Suzie had a birth certificate, and the time and hospital of birth matched Margaret’s records perfectly. All documents indicated she was a child of the Sterling family.
“Ms. Sterling, do you need to use the restroom?” the nurse asked respectfully.
Seeing that the nurse was alone, Suzie pleaded, “I was in such a rush when I came to the hospital that I didn’t bring my purse. Could I please borrow your phone?”
Her voice was edged with anxiety, her eyes filled with sincerity.
The nurse’s expression immediately became troubled. She hesitated for a moment before saying, “I’m sorry, we’re not allowed to carry our phones while on duty.”
Suzie’s brow knitted in frustration, but she continued to plead, “Then… could you get it from your locker? It’s a real emergency…”
Even as she asked, she knew it was a bold request.

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