The Billionaire Ex-Wife and the Beggar He Became novel Chapter 465

"That's her! The imposter! She tricked me and took the flash drive that my lady left for Miss Shepherd." A frail old man suddenly entered the room, supported by a caregiver.

He pointed at Winona. "Miss, why did you lie to me? To my lady? It's no use, you know. The password for the drive I gave you... you won't be able to get the money even if you figure it out."

The old man's words only confirmed Winona's identity.

Winona looked at him. "Old Mr. Chase, so you came to the country as well. Your son-in-law's name is Frank, so why did you tell me it was Mario?"

"Miss Perkins, Nona..." Frank said, his voice warm, gentle, and eager to please. "My full name is Frank Mario."

Winona was speechless.

The old man looked at Frank, confused. "Son-in-law, what's going on? Isn't this Miss Perkins... an imposter? She's not named Shepherd..."

"I am! I'm Shepherd!" Felicity, who had been standing frozen like a statue, suddenly burst out. She scrambled forward, her voice a twisted mix of excitement and desperation. "My name is Shepherd, old man! You gave the flash drive to the wrong person. Winona isn't Shepherd, her name is Perkins! She's the fake one! I'm the real Shepherd! You should have given it to me..."

She then turned back to Frank. "Mr. Frank! You... you adored me. And I adored you. The heart you received was found by my childhood friend, Dr. Xander! I... I gave you a new life! I'm Shepherd! I'm Julian's wife, his beloved. Fran..."

Everyone present, including the notary, pointed in unison at Felicity. "Her!" they said.

"Who? Who are you pointing at? Not me! I'm Shepherd! I'm Julian's wife, Mr. Frank's niece! I'm the city's outstanding young woman, the one who worked hard and became independent, confident, and radiant! She's the fraud! That old man just said she was a liar!" Felicity was still pointing at Winona.

Winona looked at her calmly. Beside her, Yves Prescott wrapped an arm around Winona and kissed her forehead gently. "From the time you were sixteen until now," he said, his voice filled with pain, "how much have you suffered? How did you ever get through it all alone?"

Winona's eyes instantly filled with tears, a lump forming in her throat. Her silent tears spoke of an ocean of unspoken grief. It took her several moments to compose herself.