Chapter 436 Prophet Celia
Ophelia was wrong—they simply shared the same name.
Even Jude and Celia didn't recognize the person in the photo and said he was not her father, so Ophelia naturally stopped being suspicious.
People having the same names or even the same looks were rare but not entirely non-existent, and Lance simply looked similar to her father, which didn't prove anything.
Ophelia couldn't presumptuously propose a paternity test. Moreover, Lance wouldn't agree.
People in France valued privacy a lot and wouldn't agree to such an unreasonable request. In fact, she was already thankful that he was willing to disclose so much information to her.
"Sorry," Ophelia apologized. "I overstepped."
"It's okay." Lance didn't mind.
After the funeral, Finnegan took Ophelia back before the two returned to the South Gate Villa.
Celia, however, still felt a bit reluctant, wanting Ophelia to continue living in the old mansion.
Celia and Jude returned to the old mansion, and on the way, they couldn't help but mourn over Dovie's death.
"Honey, what if Wilder really is still alive?" Celia said, "His body wasn't found, was it? Look at those shows on TV. Maybe someone saved him! That's like a common plot for those TV shows."
"You said it, those are just TV shows. So why would you believe those things if you know they're all fake?" Jude said, "If he is still alive, why wouldn't he come back? Dovie waited for him for over two decades."
"Maybe he can't come back for some reason, like amnesia or paralysis? Or maybe he's disfigured, and his self-esteem is damaged, so now he's too afraid to come back."
"Those TV shows are corrupting your mind," Jude said. "Let me enlighten you on how amnesia works. It's not as simple as you think. Amnesia is..."
"I know." Celia interrupted, "It could be amnesia, or dissociative amnesia, mainly involving the disruption of consciousness, memory, identity, or normal integration with the environment."
Jude was stunned. "Celia, how do you know this?"
"I looked it up online," Celia proudly said. "So I think it's very possible. Seeing is believing. You didn't see Wilder's body either."
Jude subconsciously said, "That's true."
"Then it's possible he's still alive," Celia said, "But there's no point in discussing this anymore. Dovie is dead, so what if Wilder is alive? They'll never see each other again."
Lance, returning from the cemetery to the hotel, received a video call from his mother in France.
A noble and elegant lady appeared on the screen—Catherine, the most honored royal aristocrat in France.
Lance shared all the interesting things that happened to him in New York with Catherine.
Catherine teased her son. "My dear son, when are you coming back? Have the New York girls kept you hooked from returning?"
Catherine joked with her son.
"Mom," Lance smiled and said, "The girls here are indeed beautiful, and the scenery and cultural landscapes here are very interesting. I want to stay a little longer. Where's Dad? How about you guys come here together? I'll take you to eat delicious food and climb mountains. There are many fun places to visit."
A man's voice interjected, "Your mother isn't feeling well, so she won't go to New York."
Then, a man appeared in the video, Lance's father, Wilder.
Catherine said, "Your father will go there next week on behalf of the royal family of France for condolences."
"Really?" Lance was surprised. "Dad, I'll see you then. By the way, a friend and I attended a funeral today. Mrs. Abbott said I looked very similar to her father, who is also named Wilder. I saw the photo, and the resemblance is uncanny. Her father is also from France but had an accident over twenty years ago."
Upon hearing this, Wilder remained composed, but Catherine's expression changed slightly, and memories resurfaced.
Catherine asked, "And then?"
"I showed them a photo of Dad, and they believed they had made a mistake," Lance said, "Dad and the Wilder in the photo looked nothing alike."
Wilder said, "Then it's a misunderstanding. Son, see you next week."
Catherine's face looked a bit off. She forced a smile. "My dear son, your father and I are heading out, so we'll talk again next time."
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