NovelEnglishChapter 475 I didn't pay attention to Naomi and looked up at 'Phoebe Caldwell' standing on the balcony.
She appeared hollow, her eyes lifeless, like she wasn't really there.
Yet, her gaze was fixed on Colin.
Colin stood below, probably captivated by the face of the woman he loved...
"Colin..." After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke his name.
I could see Colin stiffen, his fingers clenching tightly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNaomi seemed confident, after all, this was a perfect clone of Phoebe, an identical twin in essence.
It was inevitable that Colin would be drawn to her.
"Carter..." Phoebe's' gaze shifted to Bran, her voice hollow and numb as she called out Carter's name.
Bran frowned, standing still, his gaze locked on her.
Finn, on the other hand, was freaked out, his body tense as he edged closer to Bran. "Who's she calling? What's going on? She givesthe creeps, calling out to Carter like that. Why's it feel so chilly all of a sudden?" Finn was obviously scared of Carter, and it was pretty clear.
Whatever he had done to Carter, even mentioning his nseemed like a way to keep Carter at bay.
"She's calling me," Bran said coolly.
Finn looked at Bran, took a good look as if reassured. "Scaredthere. You know, you and that madman Carter do look alike." Bran frowned, silent.
"Our class's two nutjobs, idiots... other than pranking me... wouldn't know danger if it killed them," Finn muttered, still seemingly annoyed. "If ghosts were real, they'd have their own scores to settle, going after those who wronged them..." "Weren't all those people dead?" Bran said meaningfully, almost as if he was trying to spook Finn.
But Finn froze, then suddenly looked up at Bran.
Right... those who had hurt Carter, who had led to his death, were all dead... A serial killing spree took out everyone who had wronged Carter... Indeed, they were all gone, leaving only Melody, who had wronged Phoebe, and Silas, barely clinging to life.
A deadly gin a ruined building had taken care of them all.
"She's almost an exact replica of Phoebe," Bran observed, looking at Colin again.. "But Phoebe's body being displayed in a glass case was meant to tell everyone she was gone. No matter who appeared, it wouldn't be her. She was unique... irreplaceable." Bran speculated that Phoebe's display was to prove her death, perhaps knowing that the organization might attempt to replace her? My head was pounding, certain memories, especially about my death, were completely blank.
But fragments of memories would occasionally surface, impossible to piece together.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI even started to doubt myself, questioning if I really was Phoebe...
"In a way, she is Phoebe, but also not," Colin said, looking up at the woman above. "Gics, appearance, maybe even memories... could all belong to Phoebe, but she's just a prototype..." The 'Phoebe Caldwell' upstairs suddenly smiled. "Everyone is a prototype. How can you be so sure the dead Phoebe Caldwell was indeed herself?"
Her tone turned icy as she spoke, her gaze shifting from vacant to chilling. It was clear, she lacked any emotion.
Like the pastin my memories, numb to everything.
Her look at Colin held no tenderness or affection, devoid of any emotion...
Leaving this version of 'Phoebe Caldwell for Colin, offered nothing! but a clean shell. "She's the real Phoebe, replaced after the accident. If you keep .nět digging, consider it a final warning from the organization, given
because you're Ethan's son," Naomi stepped closer to Colin, speaking unspeakingn again. "I can assure you, she is Phoebe." Colin frowned, turning to Naomi.
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