Chapter 344

"You can fabricate videos and forge DNA results, but memories can't be falsified," Evelyn said calmly, turning to face the crowd. Her gaze finally settled on Liam. There was an undeniable strength in his steady eyes—a silent promise that steadied her racing heart.

No matter what happened today, whether she succeeded or failed, she wouldn’t be alone.

Evelyn took a deep breath and continued, "My name is Cassandra Wright. I'm 25 years old, originally from Solterra. At birth, I was named Victoria Dawson, born in Aldenria. And most importantly—I am Archibald's granddaughter. The people in that video are my parents, who are currently missing."

Seizing Archibald’s momentary distraction, Margaret broke free from his grip and rushed toward the stage. "Lies!" she shouted, her voice trembling with fury. "How could someone like you, with that altered face, possibly be my granddaughter?"

Evelyn met her gaze with quiet sorrow. "Grandmother, I am Cassandra. When I was ten, you took me abroad because you were obsessed with a famous opera singer. You even bought her a five-million-dollar diamond necklace."

Margaret froze. That was a secret only she and her granddaughter had shared.

Archibald stormed forward, his face dark with rage. "You spent five million on a singer?!"

"Grandfather, it was a woman!" Evelyn quickly clarified.

But Margaret was too stunned to react to Archibald’s anger. She took a shaky step back. "Is it really you?"

Both Evelyn and Victoria reached out to steady her, but Victoria got there first.

"Grandmother, don’t listen to her," Victoria said smoothly. "Anyone could dig up old gossip online."

"Then ask me anything," Evelyn countered. "Anything from my childhood. I’ll prove it."

Tears welled in Margaret’s eyes as she looked between the two women. Evelyn exhaled softly and turned her attention back to the crowd.

"Many of you here today watched me grow up. By the age of ten, I was fluent in three languages. By fourteen, I had mastered five."

She glanced at Victoria. "I doubt this imposter knows any of that."

Victoria’s expression tightened.

Just then, an elderly man with silver hair stepped forward. "Do you remember me? I’m your great-uncle," said Alfred Wright, Archibald’s younger brother.

Evelyn hesitated. "Could you give me a hint?"

Alfred chuckled. "When you were eight, you destroyed something priceless in my study—cost your grandfather a fortune to replace."

Recognition flashed in Evelyn’s eyes. "Great-Uncle Alfred! The antique jade vase!"

"You really are Cassandra!" Alfred exclaimed.

More people began stepping forward to confirm her identity.

A well-dressed man in his twenties approached next. "If you’re really Cassandra, do you remember me? I’m Gregory Thornton—your deskmate in elementary school."

Evelyn barely recalled his face, but the name was familiar. "You weren’t my deskmate. You sat next to Liam."

Gregory blinked. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. I was younger than both of you. I skipped three grades just to be in the same class."

Her gaze drifted to Liam, who watched her with quiet intensity. She had pushed herself relentlessly back then, determined to keep up with him.

"I sat in the front row because I was small. You were the tallest in class—always in the back. And you were class president for three years straight."