Mrs. Newton’s vision darkened. Her feverish body nearly collapsed from the rush of emotions.

“What did you just say?! I’m your mom!” she yelled, pointing a trembling finger straight at Hope Newton’s nose.

For a moment, everyone froze, eyes wide in disbelief. They glanced at between Hope and Mrs. Newton, then between Sylvia and Mrs. Newton.

Interestingly, Hope and Mrs. Newton bore a few similar features, while Sylvia and Mrs. Newton didn’t resemble each other at all. Sylvia’s beauty was almost artificial, perfectly sculpted, whereas Hope’s was raw and natural.

Sylvia, horrified, grabbed her mother’s arm, nails digging into her skin. Her voice shook as she warned, “Mom! You’re feverish—what...