To avoid giving herself away in front of Yvonne, she had to force a smile. "That... that's wonderful..."
Yvonne suddenly stood up, approaching her step by step. Tamara instinctively retreated until her back hit the wall.
Yvonne looked down at her, her voice ice-cold. "Tamara, although I don't remember what happened back then, there is one thing I am very clear about!"
She stared at Tamara, enunciating every word clearly. "The person who pushed me down the stairs was definitely not Leilani."
Yvonne's cold expression was terrifyingly similar to how she was four years ago, back when she still had her memories. Tamara's pupils dilated in fear, her fingernails digging painfully into her palms. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Yvonne sneered. "Whether it's nonsense or not, I'll know once I regain my memory."
She leaned close to Tamara's ear, lowering her voice. "When that time comes, I will uncover the truth and clear Leilani's name."
Tamara's face turned ghastly pale, and her body trembled.
Just then, footsteps sounded from upstairs. Milford was coming down.
Tamara felt like she had been granted amnesty, but her current demeanor was far too guilty to face Milford. She abruptly pushed Yvonne away and frantically grabbed her purse. "Yvonne, I just remembered I have something to handle. Please tell your brother I had to run."
Without waiting for a response, she rushed out the door without looking back, even forgetting the wedding documents she had brought.
When Milford reached the bottom of the stairs, he only saw Tamara's retreating figure fleeing in a panic.
He automatically assumed Yvonne had gotten into another conflict with her. He frowned and looked at his sister. "What happened? What did you say to Tamara this time?"

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