Vincent’s eyes grew intense, his focus sharpening. Was there truly an imposter here? This person had gone through so much trouble to pretend to be Hades and slip into the room unnoticed. It was clear—there had to be a darker scheme unfolding.

Danger sparked in Vincent’s eyes as his gaze settled on the imposter Hades. Katelyn’s eyes, sharp and unyielding, fixed on the fraud.

“Katelyn warned me someone dared to pretend to be me. The nerve of you!”

The imposter Hades flinched for a moment, but then sneered. “I’m the one who should be saying that. Today, I’ll make sure you’re exposed!”

Neil was at a loss, struggling to make sense of what was happening. Sitting back in his wheelchair, he fought to keep his temper in check.

“What is happening here? Who’s the real one, and who’s the imposter?”

This was supposed to be about his grandmother’s treatment. How had it suddenly turned into some kind of game?

“I’m the real one!” Both Katelyn and the imposter shouted at the same time. The room was thick with silence, the tension palpable as their eyes met, and the unspoken words hung heavily in the air.

Katelyn had never faced anything like this before. Her hands balled into fists, and the sharp crack of her knuckles breaking the stillness filled the room.

Neil’s eyes moved back and forth between the two, his tone calm but firm. “If you’re both claiming to be the real one, then prove it. Anyone can wear a mask and copy an outfit, but medical expertise can’t be faked.” N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on fι?dnοvel.net

Katelyn was the first to respond. “I’ve been the one handling all of Mrs. Wheeler’s medication since she got sick.”

“I even keep a detailed notebook of her daily doses.” To everyone’s surprise, the imposter merely sneered, taking her time before responding.

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“I also have the records,” the imposter said confidently.

Katelyn’s eyes widened, shock evident on her face. How could this be? She had meticulously handled Carol’s medication herself, ensuring no one else was involved. How could the imposter possibly know such details?

A shudder ran through her as the realization hit—her opponent was far more prepared than she had anticipated.

Vincent’s voice cut through the tension, icy and commanding. “Then show me the records you keep.”

Katelyn nodded firmly. “My notebook’s in my medical kit.” She moved toward the kit on the other side of the bed.

Before she could reach it, the imposter stepped into her path, smirking. “Isn’t it a bit much for you to go through my things for your notebook?”

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