Evelyn gazed at his face.

This past month, she often felt lonely.

Longing washed over her like a tide.

But she knew she couldn't disturb him and Sophia Watson.

Letting him believe she was dead was perhaps the best outcome.

She understood his meaning, yet still asked, "Mr. Vance, why are you here?"

Alexander placed the child in his arms down and handed her to his assistant.

Thomas wasn't with him.

Thomas remained in San Francisco handling Vance Group affairs.

Only Thomas could keep Richard Evans in check.

The assistant took the child and led Chloe to play nearby.

Alexander walked toward her step by step.

He had lost weight, his face haggard.

Each step he took made her heartbeat quicken.

Evelyn silently retreated.

She didn't know how many steps she took before her back hit the living room sofa.

There was no more room to retreat.

She watched helplessly as Alexander approached.

The man stood a head taller than her.

Up close, she could see his sunken cheeks.

He carried the familiar scent of vanilla.

It was his usual body wash...

Evelyn clenched her jaw, remaining silent.

Alexander slowly leaned in, whispering, "You wanted to divorce as Grace before, so I didn't disturb you. The divorce is final today, Evelyn. Can you come home now?"

Evelyn's pupils constricted sharply.

He had recognized her all along?

Was it that night?

Recalling carefully, he had chased after her the next day, but she hadn't acknowledged him.

After that, Alexander didn't press further and simply left.

Had he sensed she had another plan?

Evelyn pondered for a moment...

No...

She had never slipped up.

Grace's existence was real.

Alexander couldn't have recognized her.

Evelyn adopted Grace's fragile demeanor again.

A month of pretending had made her adept at playing weak.

She said softly, "Mr. Vance, I don't understand what you mean..."

After speaking, she received no response for a long time.

Evelyn slowly looked up to gauge his reaction.

She found the man watching her with a gentle smile.

His expression was tender and indulgent.

As if humoring a petulant child.

Evelyn felt a complex mix of emotions.

She even wanted to throw herself into his arms and tell him she was Evelyn.

To let him help rescue her mother and uncover the truth.

To hand all her burdens over to him...

But the thought was fleeting.

She insisted on playing Grace, refusing to acknowledge him.

After a long silence, the man sighed. "Evelyn, I spent this month investigating you and Grace. Grace appears weak but is strong inside, unlike your personality. She always wanted a divorce too. Your actions this month were flawless. But do you know the biggest difference between you?"

Evelyn desperately wanted to know.

But she couldn't say.

She lowered her head, remaining silent.

Alexander didn't need her answer. He whispered, "The two of you have one major physical difference..."

He lifted her chin.

His rough hand touched the corner of her eye.

Alexander looked at her intently. "Evelyn, I won't say it's about the eyes or a feeling. Because I didn't know Grace well. But you have a tear mole here. Grace doesn't. That's the biggest difference."

His finger rubbed the corner of her eye.

Trying to wipe away the foundation, to reveal the mole...

But his finger moved, then paused in surprise.

Evelyn's eye corner was smooth. There was no tear mole at all!

Alexander's expression instantly shifted to panic.

He lost his earlier composure, frantically rubbing her eye corner...

Still nothing!

His pupils contracted, staring at her in disbelief. "How... how is it not there?"

Evelyn stood quietly.

She had always known this difference from Grace.

To avoid detection by the "Nan family" who took her mother, she used a special solution to conceal the mole.

It was impossible to discover.

She bit her lip, speaking with feigned vulnerability and委屈. "Mr. Vance, you're hurting me..."

Alexander's fingers stilled. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. "Evelyn, I know it's you. Please don't scare me, alright? This entire month, I've been waiting for you. I can't lose you again..."

His words made her eyes redden.

She sighed inwardly, clenching her fists.

So Alexander hadn't been recuperating this month. He had been lying in wait.

Perhaps he wasn't completely sure she was Evelyn, but he used this belief to keep going.

If she denied it now, it would be like stabbing him a second time.

Should she admit it?

Her heart was torn, engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

Before she could decide, her body responded honestly.

She raised her arms and wrapped them around his waist.