Chapter 343 The Truth, the Real Ms. Bennett
Eliza's steps suddenly froze in place.
The guests were also puzzled.
"What does Ms. Vivienne Bennett mean by this? If she says it's not Cecily Bennett, then who is it?"
"Yeah, what's going on?"
Eliza forced a smile, "Mom, what's wrong? Weren't you just calling me?"
Vivienne's cold and distant gaze fell on Eliza as she said, "I was talking about my biological daughter Cecily, not you."
Upon hearing this, Eliza felt her blood run cold, and her mind went blank.
"What's going on? My goodness, is Ms. Vivienne Bennett out of her mind?"
"Does she mean this person isn't Cecily Bennett?"
"How could that be? Ms. Vivienne Bennett was fine just a moment ago. Why is she suddenly not recognizing her own daughter?"
The murmurs of the guests buzzed in Eliza's ears. She clenched her dress, nervously looking at Vivienne, refusing to give up. "Mom, what's wrong with you? This isn't the occasion to joke around. Please stop, I am your daughter."
"Are you sure?" Vivienne asked, her expression unchanged.
Eliza's heart wasracing.
"Of course, I'm sure. Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need to go rest?"
Vivienne withdrew her gaze. "You had plastic surgery to look like my daughter, kidnapped her, and tried to kill her to take her place forever. Am I right?"
Eliza was completely panicked. She hurriedly lifted her dress and walked quickly to Vivienne, grabbing her arm. "Mom, you must be sick and talking nonsense. Let's go rest for a bit."
After saying this, Eliza tried to calm the murmurs from the guests. "Everyone, my mother must be unwell and talking nonsense. Please don't believe her. I'll take her to see a doctor right away."
Vivienne raised her hand and pushed Eliza away, sneering coldly. Her expression remained icy. "I'm ill and talking nonsense? I think the one talking nonsense is you."
Eliza was trembling all over. "No, Mom, listen to me. You must be mistaken. Someone must have said something to you. You've misunderstood. I am Cecily, your daughter."
Eliza grabbed Vivienne's wrist tightly, her lips trembling as she hurriedly said, "Alright, Mom, whatever the misunderstanding is, let's resolve it privately. Come with me first..."
"Let go!"
"Eliza, I said let go!"
Vivienne shook off her hand forcefully. When Vivienne called her by name, Eliza instantly covered her ears and screamed. Then she shouted at Vivienne, "Why are you going crazy here? Shut up! I am your daughter Cecily. Who told you not to believe your own daughter?"
Eliza roared with wide eyes.
Her outburst startled the guests below.
Everyone looked at the woman on stage, dressed in the most exquisite gown, acting the most hysterical, and were left speechless.
"What is going on? Is she really not Cecily Bennett?"
"Shut up, I am," Eliza snapped at the questioning guests.
But her loud outburst did not cover the increasing murmurs; instead, they grew louder.
"Ms. Vivienne Bennett has made it clear. Can't you see? She's obviously not Cecily Bennett."
"She looks terrifying when she's going crazy."
"Yeah, it's so jarring to see someone with such a pretty face go mad. If she really were Cecily Bennett, she wouldn't be this nervous."
"Exactly, if she really were Ms. Bennett, she could just ask for a DNA test to prove her identity. There's no need to shout and scream like this; it's so uncivilized."
The crowd cast disdainful and scornful glances at Eliza.
"She doesn't look like a lady from a wealthy family at all. Even a girl from a modest family wouldn't be this uncouth."
"I don't think she's Cecily Bennett."
"I agree, and Ms. Vivienne Bennett wouldn't mistake her own daughter."
Listening to the guests' discussions, Eliza was on the verge of losing her mind.
She never expected Vivienne to pull such a stunt.
How did she find out?
Everything was fine this morning.
Could it be that Darian and the others had already told her everything?
Damn it, that must be it.
If that's the case, she must also know about Cecily's disappearance.
Eliza stepped closer to Vivienne, her eyes fierce. She lowered her voice, "Vivienne, I don't know how you found out about this, but I'm telling you now, if you want to know where your daughter is, you'll admit I'm your daughter. Tell them I'm your daughter."
Vivienne's lips curled into a cold smile as she shook her head, then said loudly, "Do you want to know what this imposter just told me?"
"Vivienne, shut up!"
Vivienne ignored her completely. "She kidnapped my daughter and is now threatening me. If I admit she's my daughter, she'll tell me where my real daughter is being held."
Eliza's eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Vivienne. "Are you crazy? Your daughter is still in my hands. Don't you want to find her?"
"Then tell me, where is my daughter?"
Eliza gritted her teeth. "No way. You've given up this chance. Just wait to collect your daughter's body. No, you won't even find her body."
At this point, Eliza had nothing to fear.
Since she didn't care about her own daughter's life, Eliza decided to go down with her. She would never reveal Cecily's location.
Vivienne found it amusing. Her delicate face showed a hint of a smile.
"What are you laughing at? You really are heartless, not caring about Cecily's life at all."
Vivienne shook her head with a smile. "If you won't tell me where my daughter is, how about I tell you?"
"What do you mean?"
Eliza's mind was blank. She was unable to calm down and analyze the meaning behind her words.
"Eliza, I'm right here." A cold, indifferent voice echoed.
Eliza's heart sank. She widened her eyes and mechanically turned her head to look down the stage.
A woman in a beige coat stood there, her hand resting lightly on the hand of the man beside her. Her face, partially obscured by bandages over her eyes, still confirmed her identity through her voice.
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