Chapter 589

The living room grew so quiet that a pin dropping would have been heard.

In one another's eyes, the Ashfords saw the same storm of feelings: relief, the joy of something long lost finally returning, and a crushing heartache that came with it.

They had long suspected that Clara was Bea. Even so, none of them could silence the fear of that 1-in-10,000 chance.

What if they were wrong again? They were