Emily stared intently at Olivia, hoping to get the answer she wanted.
"What do you want to hear, Emily? Sophia is my daughter," Olivia said.
"Do you think I'm deaf, Olivia?" Emily snarled.
"I heard Sophia clearly call herself Layla," she said, shaking Olivia's shoulders.
"Isn't it too much of a coincidence that Sophia is the same age as Mr. Noah, especially when you were with me when they were born, you even held them as babies," Emily insisted, her voice low and firm.
"Please don't deny it, Olivia. This is about Layla's future, too. She has to know her parents are Sir Evan and Miss Elena, and Sir Alistair has to know that Layla is still alive."
Hearing this, Olivia broke down, covering her mouth to stifle a sob.
"I love her, Emily. She's like my own daughter," she confessed, weepin
