"I'm asking you, is that 'the same reason' related to Erina Taylor?"
Word by word, Glenn Hutchinson's voice was heavy, each one falling into her ears without exception.
Standing still, Flossie Wright was not at all flustered. There was only calmness left between her brows.
"What Erina Taylor?"
Flossie Wright asked back, her expression unchanged, her tone indifferent.
She knew very well what she had said yesterday.
And she had also realized that Glenn Hutchinson was doubting her identity.
Her soul had been reborn, and had it not been her own experience, she probably would not have believed it herself. She was not at all worried that others would doubt her identity or even speculate about her identity change because such a phenomenon, inexplicable by even esoteric knowledge, was not something she feared.
However—
If someone began to suspect, the situation would become very different.
It would be easy to find the differences between her and the former Flossie Wright.
