My Mother Killed Me For Her Stepdaughter novel Chapter 83

"Welcome. What would you like to drink?"

"Sophia, don't you remember me? I saw you that day…" The man asked urgently.

I smiled and said: "Sir, I don't believe we've met. If you're unsure of what to order, you can check the menu."

The man, looking distressed, left the store but lingered nearby. He watched me efficiently take orders, feeling increasingly confused.

At the police station, a junior officer was briefing Andrew.

"We found this at Emily's place." The officer handed Andrew a notebook.

The notebook contained notes on my fashion, various photos of me and John, and details about John's preferences.

Emily hadn't contacted me for two years because she had been preparing to assume my identity and live as Sophia.

She had racked up significant debt, and her door was vandalized with messages like "Pay Up," "Whore," and "Die."

Unable to tolerate her situation, she planned to fake her death to escape her creditors, a plan she had been working on for two years.

But she died before she could carry it out, and the thirty thousand dollars vanished.

Andrew sent someone to track down Emily's creditors. The man was a burly figure with a rough demeanor.

The man thought for a moment: "Yes."

The officer's interest peaked: "Tell us everything you know."

The man frowned, remembering: "There was someone lurking around the corner—about 5'9", dark-skinned, with a scar on his forehead."

"A scar?" The officer remembered that Daniel had a scar on his forehead.

"Alright, if you remember anything else, please contact us."