?Chapter 237:

    Katelyn nced up at the reporter who had shouted the question, her head tilted slightly with a yful look that carried a hint of confusion. “Couldn’t you catch that? These designs are all mine. That only means that I am Iris.”

    Thetter part of her statement sent yet another shockwave through the room.

    Throughout the day, the scene had unfolded in twist after twist. First, Lise imed to be Iris. Then, she was exposed as a giarist. Now, Katelyn was dering herself to be Iris.

    The ongoing back-and-forth between the two had left the audience more bewildered than ever.

    Neil’s pupils narrowed, and fury surged within him, threatening to overflow.

    He should have trusted his instincts and acted sooner to corner Katelyn. Now, she was openly dering herself as Iris!

    Lise, teetering on the edge of a breakdown, was consumed by the fear of losing everything.

    With her voice trembling in hysteria, she shouted, “You are lying! I am the real Iris! Katelyn, you stole my identity once before, and I will not let you do it again!”

    Katelyn’s eyes hardened. That usation had wounded her too many times before.

    Though those wounds had healed and hardened into thick armor, hearing those words still sent a shiver through her heart. Katelyn advanced toward Lise, her steps measured andposed, while Lise grew increasingly frantic and uneasy. In that moment, Katelyn’s presencepletely eclipsed Lise’s.

    “I am a victim too, but everyone insists on making me the viin,” Katelyn continued. “I was just a baby back then—how could I have known? I wasn’t even their biological daughter. Mrs. Bailey could not recognize me, and finally reuniting with you, someone had to be med for all this. So, they chose me to bear that burden.”

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    For the first time, Katelyn addressed the issue publicly, after letting it fester for so long.

    Before, whenever the media probed for her thoughts, Katelyn always sidestepped their questions.

    There was a time when she truly believed it was all her fault.

    If not for her, everything might have followed its rightful course. She would never have be the Bailey family’s daughter, nor would she have been tied to Neil in marriage.

    It was as if fate had dealt her a cruel hand, with one mistake setting off a chain of events that spiraled beyond her control.

    Until one crucial moment, everything unraveled, and she was brutally cast down from the pinnacle of sess to the lowest point of despair. The sudden fall and the apanying pain nearly broke her.

    But she endured.

    Katelyn even found a sliver of sce, grateful that this trial came in her twenties and notter in life.

    Lise’s eyes narrowed as she inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself. “But the fact remains, you stole my life. If not for you, I would have grown up with my parents, enjoying the privileges of wealth, and I wouldn’t have faced all this misery. Neil should have been my husband, not yours!”

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