But Holden stayed silent, sending shivers down her spine. In a panic, she blurted out, "Holden, the child is yours, really. Don't freak me out. You're the only one I care about!"

Watching Sadie's frantic babbling, Holden let out a chuckle and moved closer, his cigarette perilously close to igniting her hair.

But Sadie was too petrified to react. She awkwardly toyed with a strand of her hair.

Holden's gaze lingered on the birthmark on her ear, his expression unreadable as he said, “Why not fix your ears, too? If you're going to change your identity, you might as well go all the way."

Frozen with fear, Sadie couldn't move or utter a word.

Then, Holden slammed a folder onto the table.

Sadie's heart skipped a beat.

It was her plastic surgery record!

The documents detailed every step of her transformation from Helen to Sadie, with each procedure meticulously recorded.

They were from Dr. Larson.

After hearing about Ariana's accident, Dr. Larson was shown by Holden's people video footage that implicated Sadie in tampering with Ariana's car.

Dr. Larson, fueled by anger, had spilled all the intricate details of Sadie's surgeries.

“Do you want to see for yourself?" Holden said, his voice dripping with icy disdain.

Trembling uncontrollably, Sadie flipped through the weighty documents, sinking further into a pit of dread with each page.

It was undeniably her history at that clinic.

But she couldn't concentrate on the words anymore. Her mind raced, desperately seeking an escape from this situation.

She had never anticipated that Holden would trace to this clinic. She had assumed he wouldn't care about a plastic surgery joint, let alone connect her to Helen.

Where had she slipped up? How had he found out about the truth?

As Sadie reached the final page of the file, panic consumed her.

“This... This isn't me!" she cried out, her desperation echoing through the room. “Sure, I had surgery, but I don't recognize the person in these records. It's not me."