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Chapter 401

Audrey's POV

Adrian held his iPhone up, frowning as he scrolled through comments pouring in after William Parker's

livestream. We were in his car, just leaving Mayo

Clinic.

‘Is this eye contact really that emotional?” Adrian muttered, squinting at the screen. “I honestly don’t see it.”

| leaned over to look at what had caught his attention. The video showed Blake staring atduring the

livestream - the moment that had apparently set social media on fire.

“Isn't this just a normal glance?’ Adrian continued, genuinely confused. “Where exactly are people seeing all this

emotion they're talking about?”

He handedhis phone. “Here, check it out yourself.”

| took the device, my finger hovering over the screen. There was Blake, his eyes meeting mine for that brief

moment everyone was dissecting. Once, | could read every flicker of emotion in those eyes. Now, | couldn't see

what the commenters were so excited about.

| stared at the frozen frame, something twisting inside me.

Maybe it's because | don’t love him anymore.

The thought settled quietly as | handed the phone back to Adrian.

“Probably just inte,” | said with a shrug.

Adrian shook his head, still scrolling. “I think they're just making up stories because they found out Rachel's

been using your identity. They're upset and want to paint Blake as still being in love with you to make Rachel

look even worse.”

| turned to look out the window, watching New York blur past. “You might be right.”

The car fell silent for a while before Adrian spoke again.

“Are you really going to wait until William Parker passes away and then distribute his assets to charity like he

asked?”

| turned back to him, my decision already made. “Of course. William has been important to me. If this is his wish,

I'll do everything | can to help him fulfill

it”

Adrian studiedfor a moment, then hesitated before asking, “But if you do this publicly... your adoptive

parents in Sydney will see it. They and the Parker family...”

I nodded, understanding his concern. “I'll explain everything to them. | know they have history with the New York

Parkers, and I'll stay with them like my sister did before me. I'll minimize contact with the New York branch.”

| paused, thinking of William. “But in my current situation... I can’t use my real identity to be with William or

honor him. Helping distribute his assets to charity according to his wishes is the last thing | can do for him, so...”

The car suddenly screeched to a halt, throwingforward. Adrian quickly reached out to steady me.

“What the hell?” Adrian snapped at the driver. “Is this how Henry Hartford trains his drivers?”

The driver's voice cback shaky. “Sorry, Mr. Knox, but look ahead... there’s someone... if | hadn't stopped

quickly, | would have hit them...”

Adrian and | both looked through the windshield. There, standing in the middle of Fifth Avenue with her arms

spread wide, was Rachel Hayes. Her face was set in determination as she blocked our car, seemingly indifferent

to the angry honks from vehicles backing up behind us.

“What the fuck?” Adrian muttered under his breath.

Around us, drivers were rolling down their windows to shout at Rachel.

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‘Lady, are you crazy or what?!”

“Sof us have places to be!”

‘Move your ass before | call the cops!”

“This isn’t a movie set, get out of the road!”

Rachel ignored them all, her eyes fixed on our car. She stood perfectly still, causing a growing traffic jam in one

of Manhattan's busiest streets.

After a moment, Adrian said coldly, “The police will take her away! What does that have to do with us?”

| watched Rachel standing there, and couldn't help but remember how she used to lectureabout following

traffic rules five years ago.

“Life isn’t a TV , Audrey. You need to follow traffic rules in the real world!”

Audrey, you need to be more composed, more calm.”

“This isn’t scountry road back in your hometown. People could die doing things like this!”

How ironic that she was now the one causing traffic chaos. | unfastened my seatbelt and reached for the door

handle.

Adrian grabbed my wrist. “Wait. You're actually going to talk to her?”

“Do we have a choice? We can’t exactly drive away, can we?” | nodded toward the growing crowd surrounding

our car. People were taking photos, pointing, and the traffic was completely blocked.

“What does she want?” Adrian growled.

‘She’s looking for me,” | explained. “That video of Blake looking atduring the livestream is all over social

media, and people are analyzing his gaze like it means something... As Blake's fiancée who's getting married

tomorrow, she’s obviously coming to confront me.”

“What good will confronting you do? Ask you not to seduce Blake? But you haven't done anything.”

“Whether I did anything or not doesn’t matter. She just needs to make people think I did. That's enough.”

| looked at Adrian with determination. “Don’t worry. | know what I'm doing.”

| knew running away would only makelook guilty. Better to face her head-on and see if Rachel still thought

she could outmaneuverin these mind games like she did five years ago.

| gently pulled my hand from Adrian's grip and opened the door.

As soon as | stepped out of the car, Rachel's eyes locked with mine. Then, to my surprise, she dropped to her

knees in the middle of the street with a loud thud.

| stood by the Bentley's door, expressionless, as the crowd gasped and even more phones cout to record

the scene.

“Mrs. Knox!” Rachel called out, her eyes filled with tears. “I know approaching you like this seems extreme. But

short of blocking you on the street in front of everyone, | had no idea how to find you...”

The crowd’s murmurs grew louder.

“What's going on? This Mrs. Knox doesn’t want to see Rachel Hayes?”

“With her relationship with Blake Parker being what it is, of course she'd avoid his fiancée. What's strange about

that?”

“I thought Audrey's twin sister was one of the good ones, but now...”

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“What soap opera is this? A bride-to-be kneeling in the street to beg her fiancé’s ex-wife's sister?”

Rachel got up, dusting off her knees. She walked towardwith small, hesitant steps, her expression vulnerable

and fragile. When she reached me, she

grabbed my arm.

“Mrs. Knox,” she said, her voice trembling, “I know what I'm about to say might offend you, but... | truly have no

other option.”