Chapter 3
The man at the doorway was tall and clad in a dark suit. His expression was solemn, and every gesture exuded a sense of
authority.
He cast a cold, sweeping gaze around the room, stopping on Isaiah’s hand.
“Let her go.”
Isaiah was stunned, and his grip loosened instinctively. The next second, he stared at the man in suspicion. “Who are you? What gives you the right to interfere?”
The man’s face turned gloomier before he spoke again. “I am Richard Larson.”
Isaiah’s eyes widened in astonishment. Then, as recognition dawned on him, he said in a mix of nervousness and surprise,
“You’re Debbie’s father?”
He immediately put on a smile and hurried to explain, “Mr. Larson, you’ve come just in time. Debbie’s being impersonated. This woman who keeps pretending to be her and trying to infiltrate our home. I caught her for you! Look, here she is!”
As Isaiah spoke, he shoved me forward toward Dad. His face was filled with self-satisfaction, as if awaiting praise for his actions.
Dad gave me a cold glance that was mixed with anger and disappointment.
His voice carried a mocking edge as he said, “Didn’t you insist on being independent? Is this what you’ve managed? Truly
impressive.”
His words cut deep. I’d wanted to seek his help the moment I saw him. But his indifference forced me to swallow my anger
clench my jaw. I refused to say a word.
and
Seeing this, Isaiah sneered and taunted, “What happened to your bold claims of being the real Deborah? Why so quiet now? Why
don’t you continue your act, huh?”
His ridicule was like fuel to a fire, and my anger threatened to explode. He doubled down when he noticed my silence.
His smug grin reappeared as he turned to Dad and boasted, “Mr. Larson, she’s been challenging Debbie and even deliberately
provoking her. I was just about to teach her a lesson when you arrived.”
On the other hand, the fake Deborah was alarmed by Dad’s appearance. Subconsciously, she shrank back a little; she was afraid of
being seen.
Dad frowned as he scrutinized Isaiah and the fake Deborah. Then his eyes returned to me, carrying some restrained expectation, like he was waiting for me to ask for his help.
But I lifted my head stubbornly and kept my mouth shut. I wouldn’t yield.
Seeing my defiance, Dad let out a helpless sigh. He turned to address the problem at hand by sharply questioning Isaiah, “So, this
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is how you treat my daughter?”
Isaiah blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sudden shift
He quickly adopted a look of innocence and replied, “Mr. Larson, you’ve misunderstood! Debbie and I get along very well. I was
only helping her deal with this issue.”
He then grabbed the fake Deborah’s arm and pulled her closer.
“See? I’ve been looking out for her.”
There was a hint of trepidation on the fake Deborah’s face, while her gaze flickered nervously as she lowered her head to avoid
Dad’s eyes.
However, Dad continued staring at her and asked, “What’s your name?”
The fake Deborah’s lips quivered as she stammered, “I… I’m Debbie.”
It was only then did Isaiah began to notice her unusual behavior.
Dad let out a snort and jeered, “Well, it turns out I have a second daughter also named Debbie. That’s something new I learned
today.”
At that moment, Isaiah finally realized the gravity of the situation. The smugness and disdain on his face vanished, replaced by a
trace of panic.
He glanced around nervously, trying to read the fake Deborah’s expression for answers. When he saw her shrinking back with her
body tense, his expression grew complicated, seemingly a mix of confusion and anger.
The murmurs in the room grew louder as well. Some people covered their mouths in shock, while others cast sympathetic glances my way as the truth began to unravel before them.
The fake Deborah lost all composure. Her face betrayed her fear, and her voice trembled with desperation. “Mr. Larson, please let
me explain. I didn’t mean to…”
Ignoring her, Dad turned back to me, and his eyes softened with a trace of tenderness. “What are you waiting for? Aren’t you
going to greet me?”
I paused briefly before taking a step forward and choking out, “Dad…”
As soon as the word left my lips, the fury and injustice I’d held back surged forward. Tears spilled down my face uncontrollably,
and my body started to shake as I sobbed.
“She stole my identity, my house, and even Isaiah… They said I was the fake one. L…”
Dad’s stern expression melted away at last. Sighing, he patted my back and gently comforted me. “Alright. No one will bully you
again now that I’m here.”
His presence felt like an impenetrable wall shielding me from the humiliation I’d endured.
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Then, Dad faced the fake Deborah and Isaiah and declared with searing anger, “You won’t get off easily for daring to impersonate my daughter. I’ll have the police handle this. You should know the consequences of deceiving my family.”
The fake Deborah was utterly terrified, and her face was stricken with despair. She pleaded frantically, “Mr. Larson, please… I
didn’t mean it. I just…”
She trailed off as she turned helplessly to Isaiah, hoping for support.
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