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Chapter 369

Audrey's POV

“Well, well, well. The Doctor laughed as he patted my shoulder. “You've certainly matured since | last saw you.”

Still picking fights with the medical establishment?” His smile was genuine, almost fond.

‘I was young back then,” | admitted, embarrassed by my former self’s brashness.

The Doctor waved us into his office. The room hadn't changed. He poured tea with practiced movements before

settling into his chair.

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“After you left, nobody's questioned my methods quite like you did.” His expression shifted, business-like now.

“But | doubt you're here for a reunion. Looking for someone?”

| stood immediately, pulling out my phone and finding the photos.

“Do you know these people?” | asked, watching his reaction.

The Doctor barely glanced at the screen before nodding. “They're in our high-security wing. Three years and still

trying to break out weekly. Determined pair.”

| hesitated, uncertain how to phrase my next question. “Who committed them?”

“Their biological daughter,” he said simply.

“Interesting case,” he continued, oblivious to my shock. “Their adoptive daughter left them, so they blackmailed

her for money - which she paid. When that ran out, they tried the strick with their biological daughter,

figuring she’d be an easy mark since she was raised wealthy.”

He sipped his tea. “Instead, she had them locked up here. They've been with us three years now.”

| processed this, pieces falling into place.

No wonder Malcolm and Ivy disappeared from my life when | married Blake. All this time, I'd assumed they were

keeping their distance because of the Parker nand wealth. Never imagined Victoria had them committed.

“Their biological daughter's got ice in her veins,” The Doctor remarked. “Why the interest in them?”

| looked him directly in the eyes. “I need to take them out for a few days.”

His eyebrows shot up.

“I'm their adoptive daughter.”

The St. Regis Hotel entrance was chaos. At 3 PM sharp, Adrian and | arrived to find streets blocked by news vans

and the entire area swarming with reporters and cameras.

I'd expected Richard and Victoria to make a scene, but this? This was beyond anything I'd imagined.

Many of the reporters looked familiar - the svultures who'd hounded Astrid with cruel questions after my

“death.” Thalia’s

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people, no doubt. This wasn’t just a confrontation with the Sinclairs. | was walking into a trap set by both

families.

Fine. Let them have their spectacle.

A reporter spotted us first. “She’s here!” he shouted, pointing. “Audrey Sinclair!”

They descended like predators, shoving microphones in my face while cameras flashed bindingly.

“Why fake your death?”

“The Sinclairs claim DNA proof you're Audrey. Your response?”

“Is your daughter with Knox from before your marriage to Parker?”

“Did Parker know about this child?”

“Was Knox your secret lover during your marriage?”

Adrian's face hardened as one reporter called him “secret lover.”

“Watch your accusations,” he warned, voice dangerously calm. “This woman isn’t Audrey Sinclair. She’s my wife,

Evelyn Knox.”

“We've been married five years with a four-year-old daughter. Continue with these baseless claims, and I'll see

you in court.”

The reporter who'd overstepped backed away, suddenly quiet.

“Very impressive, Mr. Knox.”

| didn’t need to turn to recognize that voice.

“Bullying reporters while helping that bitch spread lies,” Thalia continued. “Sbig shot you are.”

Adrian's face remained perfectly composed. “Miss Parker. First tseeing you in person. Online photos really

don’t capture your...

essence.”

Thalia paused, then tossed her hair with practiced elegance. “Oh? How do | compare in person?”

“You're right that online photos are misleading,” Adrian replied smoothly. “In reality, you're significantly uglier.”

The crowd went completely silent.

“Perhaps the Parkers can’t afford decent mirrors,” he added casually. “Would you like to borrow one? Might help

you see just how unfortunate your face really is.”

Thalia’s face flushed crimson. “How dare you!” Her voice shook with rage. “Nobody talks tolike that! You're -

She lunged forward, arm swinging. The reporters parted, eager for . Just before her hand connected with

Adrian's face, someone caught her wrist mid-air.

“Enough, Thalia.”

Blake sat in his wheelchair, calmly restraining his sister.

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1 couldn't mask my surprise. Why was he here? To watchsquirm?

“Blake! Thalia stared at him, bewildered. ‘Did you hear what he said about me?”

“He wasn’t wrong,” Blake replied coolly, lowering her arm. “Your photos are definitely different from reality.”

Thalia gaped at him, utterly stunned.

| couldn’t help laughing at her expression. Adrian had accomplished with a few sentences what had taken me

months of physical training to do cutting Thalia down to size.

My laughter redirected Thalia’s fury. “What's so funny, bitch?” she spat, jabbing a finger at me.

“She’s laughing because you're ridiculous,” Adrian cut in. “Your appearance isn’t funny - it’s sad. But your

delusion that you're beautiful? That's hilarious.”

He glanced at Blake. “Mr. Parker clearly has better genes and taste than his sister. Sparents produced such

different results. Fascinating, isn’t it, Mr. Parker?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Knox,” Blake said, leaning back in his wheelchair, “my sister is young and impulsive. Please excuse

her behavior. | apologize for any offense.”

“Why are you apologizing to them?” Thalia practically shrieked. “Why call them ‘Mr. and Mrs. Knox’? That woman

is Audrey Sinclair, your ex-wife who faked her death! This guy’s just helping her run sscam!”

Blake stared at his sister, voice dropping to a dangerous level as he emphasized each word: “Do | need you to

remindwhether she’s the wife | once lived with day and night?”

Thalia backed up, her bravado crumbling. “Blake, con...”

“I was just -

“Thalia.” Rachel appeared from nowhere, grabbing Thalia’s wrist and pulling her back. “That's enough.”

She positioned herself between Thalia and Blake like a human shield.

“Blake, Rachel said firmly, “back off. You're scaring her.”

Adrian laughed, the sound sharp and mocking. “Scared? Miss Parker just tried to slapand called my wife a

bitch in front of a dozen cameras. She's got plenty of nerve.”

Thalia glared at him from behind Rachel. “We all know who that woman really is.” She jabbed a finger in my

direction. “No way the Australian Parkers would protect Audrey Sinclair unless they're complete morons.”

‘She’s not sfancy heiress! She grew up in a village before the Sinclairs took her in!”

Then she looked directly at me, triumph in her eyes. “The Sinclairs brought DNA proof. Gover.”

| frowned. “DNA test?”

How the hell had they gotten my DNA?

My eyes snapped to Rachel's face.

Rachel couldn’t meet my gaze. “I picked up your hair from the boutique yesterday,” she said quietly.

Finally, she looked up, her expression a mixture of confusion and realization.

“So you really are Audrey.”

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