Chapter 1848:
“I guess to him, I was just that kind of untrustworthy person…”
“Well, he was wrong!” Saniya snapped.
After a brief pause, she softened her voice, trying to console Carola.
“You’re better off without a man who doesn’t even trust you.”
Even now, Carola recoiled at the thought of revisiting her past with Elwood.
It wasn’t just his lack of trust that broke her heart.
It was…
But she pushed those thoughts aside, unwilling to think about Elwood anymore.
“Did you ever figure out who set you up?” Galen asked, his tone tinged with concern.
Carola’s lips tightened, a flicker of regret crossing her face.
“I found nothing. It was all my fault. When I saw Elwood storm off, I panicked, threw on my clothes, and ran after him to explain. By the time I thought to confront the man who had been lying next to me, I returned to the hotel, and he was already gone. I wanted to show the Wright family the messages that lured me there, but when I checked my phone, they had vanished. I even went to the Cloud Boat Hotel to check their security footage, but the staff said the cameras had malfunctioned—no recordings existed. Every lead was a dead end.”
There was no doubt Carola had been set up back then.
But after more than two decades, any evidence from that time would have long since vanished. Investigating now would likely yield nothing.
Saniya said, “So, Tamara suggested the child you carried might belong to that man?”
Carola bit her lip hard, her hands tugging at her hair in a mix of frustration and despair.
“Yes. Now I’m questioning myself. Did I misjudge the situation back then? Could I have actually slept with that man?”
“There’s another possibility,” Galen said, his voice grave.
Carola turned to him.
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With a serious expression, Galen said, “Kylee might not be your daughter at all.”
Carola’s eyes widened in shock, her breath catching.
“Dad, what are you saying? How could Kylee not be my daughter? I… I gave birth to her!”
Galen replied, “What I mean is that maybe, when you gave birth, someone switched your baby.”
Carola’s face went rigid. Her voice trembled.
“Someone switched my baby? How could that even be possible?”
Galen leaned forward, his expression dark and unyielding.
“We cannot rule it out completely. Think back. That night you went into labor—it was late. You told us all to leave, said Baker would stay with you. None of us expected you to deliver so soon. When you gave birth, Baker was the only one by your side.”
The weight of that truth settled heavily in the room.
“In your weakest moment,” Galen continued, “he could have switched your baby with another. It sounds far-fetched, but not impossible.”
