The Return Of The God Level Assassin (WN)

"THEN, can you tell me the events that led to your husband going back to England with your son?" Luo Yan asked. "Why didn't he bring you with him? Was there a reason why you couldn't go?"

The woman remained tight-lipped. Luo Yan was starting to get really suspicious because of the other's reaction. This refusal to say anything was just making the other looked like she was hiding something. Seriously, it's not as if he was asking something hard. But with this reaction, it's like he's asking her if she was the culprit in all these or something. The fact that she was acting like this was almost like she's admitting to it.

There was another reason he could think of though. That the other simply didn't know how to answer him. How could she not know, you asked? Because she's not really the person she said she was.

The possibility that this woman might be an imposter was now on the table. This guess was not really that farfetched. Nobody here knew what the real Sorcha Harcourt looked like. After all, before Richard could introduce her to his family, that fire happened and he died.

But then, from her words earlier, about meeting William Harcourt for the first time after 20 years, it seemed that they had met before that. But then again, she could easily lie about that. After all, the person who could ascertain whether she's lying or not was already supposedly dead.

However, immediately believing this to be true would not do good for Luo Yan. He needed to be absolutely sure first.

"Miss Sorcha, I know that what happened to your husband and your son, Sam, was traumatizing to say the least. But the way you're acting now, not answering a question that wasn't even that complicated, just warrant suspicion," he said in a serious tone.

After a few seconds of silence, Sorcha finally spoke. "I didn't answer because I simply didn't want to recall that time. Just like you said, what happened back then was traumatizing. I would rather not say anything related to it because it takes me back to that awful, awful day when I found out about the news of their deaths. But since the detective is insisting, less you accused me of things I didn't do, then, I'll tell you."

She took a deep breath, as if she was trying to gather her strength. If she was acting, then Luo Yan must say that she was very good.

"I wasn't able to go with my husband and son because I was still recovering from the flu. When we received a telegram from Mr. Harcourt, asking for Richard to return to England, my husband didn't want to go because I was still admitted at the hospital that time. I don't have any families that could look after me. But I convinced my husband to go and bring our son with him.

"If Richard were to leave, no one would look after our son because of my condition at that time. Whereas, doctors and nurses could look after me while I was in the hospital. And it proved to be the worst thing I could have done in my life. If not for my insistence, Richard would have not gone back here in England with our son. They- they would definitely not have suffered such a tragic fate."

Her voice sounded even huskier as she was relaying that story, her voice even broke at the very end. If Luo Yan hadn't already determined the other's identity, he might have believed her. Sadly, before this woman started her heartbroken wife and mother act, he already knew that she was not the real Sorcha.

How did he ascertain that? It's because the other did not refute him when he referred to her son as 'Sam'. From his conversation with William Harcourt, he knew that Richard and Sorcha's son was named 'Sean'. The fact that this woman did not even react when he called her son the wrong name already showed that she's not the real Sorcha.

There's no way a mother would have forgotten the name of her son. Especially one that died a tragic death.

This was the method he thought of to trap the other into revealing whether she's real or a fake. He purposely used a name similar to 'Sean', so if she corrected him, he could just simply apologize and say that he was mistaken. But since the other didn't do that, it's already clear as day that she was not who she said she was.

To show the fake Sorcha that he believed her, Luo Yan's expression eased. "I see. I'm sorry if I forced you to answer my question. It's important so I could have a more detailed accounts of the events that lead up to our current situation."

"I understand. But if you have no more questions, I wish to go back to my room and rest."

Luo Yan stood up. "Of course. Thank you for answering my questions."

The other nodded before standing up and walking out of the room.

Luo Yan watched her as she left. He sat back down and fell into deep thinking. Now that he proved that the woman was not the real 'Sorcha', he could only think of two possibilities how the other managed to impersonate the real one.

First, nobody here truly knew how the real Sorcha looked like. So, if this fake took over the other's identity using whatever method, no one here would have suspected anything. Second, William Harcourt hired the woman to act as a fake 'Sorcha'. As insane as that might sound.

Considering the two choices, Luo Yan was leaning more to the latter. Because just like what the fake 'Sorcha' hinted, William Harcourt staged a scene where he could get a rise from his children. Probably hoping that one of them would react in the same way they did 20 years ago. For that to work, he needed someone that would act as a 'shield'. And that's where the fake Sorcha entered.

But this also led Luo Yan to believe one thing – that William Harcourt most likely faked his death.