"You lied."
Serena's voice was cold, sharp, and unwavering. Her hand trembled as she gripped the passport tightly, but her gaze never wavered from the man standing a few feet away. His expression shifted from guilt to unease under her intense scrutiny.
"I may or may not be Serena Dawn," she began slowly, each word deliberate, carrying the weight of her distrust. "But you… you're not Edwin Dawn. So, who are you? Why did you lie?" Her hand tightened around the passport as she added, "Because according to this, you're definitely not Edwin Dawn."
Edwin raised his hands, palms out in a calming gesture, his voice soft but urgent. "Serena, listen to me. I can explain—"
"No," she cut him off, her voice firm and edged with anger. "Stay there and talk. Don't come any closer."
