"I've observed what type of person you are. Can a few good deeds transform you into a better person?" Annot scoffed.

Forrest was dumbstruck.

Was he a bad guy?

She wouldn't even consider giving him an opportunity.

"Sometimes, our perceptions may be flawed," Forrest said.

"The other day, I mistook you for a woman I held dearly."

As he spoke, he observed Annot's reactions.

She remained indifferent.

Had she been Laura, wouldn't she have shown some emotion on hearing his words?

But she didn't.

Not in the slightest!

“Is that a common pick-up line? Don't you find it cliché?" Annot stood up, dismissing him.

“If you're here without a purpose, I might have to ask you to leave."

Forrest remained rooted.

He simply watched her diminishing silhouette.

Her figure was reminiscent of Laura's.

The woman claimed that this was her daughter.

Annot seemed oblivious to their past.

Perhaps, he had mistaken her identity.

But he found it hard to believe that two unrelated individuals could look exactly identical.