"Earlier at the nurses' station, I picked up his clothes to sort them out and take them home. Who knew that in his wallet, there was a photo—the photo of that mistress and her daughter! That girl... the daughter of that woman... that little girl... she is actually our daughter!" Victoria finished these words with great difficulty, feeling so dizzy that she leaned her head against the wall, gasping for breath.
"What? What exactly are you saying? The child Jonathan had with his mistress—isn't that Sophie? How could she possibly be—" Charles's eyes widened, and he sucked in a sharp breath. "Speak slowly. Try to make it clear!"
"Yes, it's Sophie. It's truly fate playing tricks on us. Oh God, why are you tormenting me like this?" Victoria's face turned almost deathly pale. She took a deep breath and continued, "That 'illegitimate daughter'—she and that mistress are actually mother and daughter! It's too terrifying... really too terrifying..."
