Chapter 1296: Counterfeit goods
If she could just end up in jail, that would be it, but how could she resign herself to dying so easily now?
She thought about impersonating Elly Campbell, wearing that face as Adam Jones’ wife, enjoying all the fa and flattery that Elly Campbell would have.
Enjoying that sense of superiority that Elly attained without lifting a finger.
Knowing full well that it was risky, she still ca here with the hope of getting lucky.
Seeing the close reach of wealth and splendor only made her less willing to be discovered.
But now, she was in a situation that was hard to get off the tiger.
The surveillance footage from the traffic accident was ant to fra Elly, but now it had backfired on her.
With that surveillance footage, Adam Jones would surely know that there was another face in the world identical to Elly’s.
The slightest slip-up, and Adam would suspect her of being an impostor.
With today’s technology, proving her as fake would be too easy.
Just one DNA test, and the results would be out.
The more she thought about it, the more panicked she beca, growing restless.
She even began to regret getting involved with the Jones Family, knowing how terrifying Adam Jones could be and how ruthless his thods were against those who had sched against him.
Adam Jones was an utterly terrifying man to her.
Not daring to stay any longer, she stood up and walked out of the bedroom. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a delicate-looking little tyke standing in front of her, looking up at her with eyes full of surprise.
“Mommy.”
Having not seen Elly for a long ti, William embraced her legs joyfully.
“Mommy, I’ve missed you so much, where have you been?”
“Elly” looked at the child clinging to her legs with a flash of impatience in her eyes.
About to kick her away, but the next second, she saw Gloria following and discreetly withdrew her raised foot.
Then she put on a clueless and confused expression, looking at Gloria.
Seeing her like this, Gloria felt a bit of pity,
Thinking she was suffering from amnesia, she quickly stepped forward to explain:
“Young Miss, this is the Young Master, your and the master’s child.”
“Elly,” hearing Gloria’s words, sneered inwardly in disdain.
She really didn’t want to acknowledge this wretched child as her son.
The wretched child that Elly bore, she wished he would be struck dead by a car the mont he stepped outside.
The fake Elly thought venomously and resentfully, but she dared not let any of it show on her face.
Even after hearing Gloria’s introduction, she put on a motherly smile, slowly squatted down, and caressed William’s round little head, holding him in her arms.
“William is a good boy, Mommy missed you too.”
Right after her words fell, she heard Gloria exclaim in surprise:
“Young Miss, you rember the Young Master’s na.”
Hearing this, “Elly’s” face changed abruptly, realizing she had just spoken out of turn and suddenly felt panicked.
“It was… it was what William just said.”
She quickly brushed it off, thinking that Gloria hadn’t co up when William entered, so she probably hadn’t heard what William said.
Sure enough, Gloria didn’t show much suspicion after hearing her explanation, just sighed and said:
“So that’s it, I thought that Young Miss you rembered the Young Master.”
Listening to Gloria say this, the fake Elly finally breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that it was not Adam Jones standing in front of her; otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so easy to bluff her way through.
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