Book TRK
Chapter 370
Colin eyed Melody with suspicion, his voice a low growl. "You don't quite cut it."
"ver claimed I was anyone," Melody retorted with a cold laugh, her gaze fixed on Colin. "Or what? Are you scared? Scared that I might be the real Phoebe Caldwell, aware of all the lies you've spun?"
Colin clenched his fists tightly.
"Caleb, we're not the kind to get tangled up in feelings. Void of passion, our souls like specters, we've been monsters since birth. All those past emotions and love were just disguises, imitations of a normal life. You didn't... actually fall for it, did you?" Melody's voice was heavy as she stepped closer to Colin.
"To be honest, I despise this body. But what I despise even more is someone... impersonating me." Her piercing gaze landed on me.
A chill ran down my spine. Was Melody's acting really this good?
She seemed like a completely different person.
"Don't forget our plan," Melody reminded Colin.
"I forgot, enlighten me," Colin replied lazily, pulling me behind him, shielding me from Melody's gaze.
Hiding behind Colin, I felt a wave of panic.
"Hah..." Melody laughed. "Operation Clean Slate."
She only said those words, Operation Clean Slate.
I could feel Colin stiffen beside me.
That secret... must have been something only he and Phoebe Caldwell knew.
I, too, was stunned, looking at Melody.
How did she know about a secret that was only between Colin and Phoebe Caldwell...
Meanwhile, Bran, who had been leaning against the doorway, picked up a pebble and tossed it at Melody.
Melody, alert, didn't fully dodge it.
Bran chuckled. "If it were her, she would've caught it."NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
"Idiot..." Melody scoffed at Bran. "It's Phoebe Caldwell's gically enhanced body you're talking about. Do you think this current body of mine is up to par?"
Bran frowned, staying silent.
"Recite Pi," Colin demanded, staring into Melody's eyes.
Body functions might change, but if it were a soul reborn, that wouldn't be forgotten.
I was shocked. If Colin had asked me to recite it, I definitely wouldn't have been able to.
"3.14159265358979323..." Melody
began effortlessly, and after a while,
she asked indifferently, "Enough?" Want me to keep going till tomorrow morning?"
It seemed like she really knew it.
If this were an act, she had indeed put in a lot of effort.
"Now you," Colin turned, looking at me.
Me? I opened my mouth in disbelief.
You've got to be kidding me.
I barely knew the 3.14...
Faced with Colin's skepticism, I suddenly panicked, even beginning to doubt myself.
Was I really not me? This was getting absurd.
"Colin... don't believe her. I overheard
Damian and Mrs. Fitzgerald talking. They must have found a way to make Melody look very convincing, I. tried to explain, anxious.
"Then how can you prove you're Phoebe Caldwell?" Colin asked again.
I was speechless, unable to prove my identity as Phoebe Caldwell, my memories of Colin and the past utterly blank. I felt like a complete fool.
"If you doubt me... then maybe I'm not," I said with a heavy heart, turning to leave.
I had to admit, Damian was quite clever, managing to make Melody look so convincing.
"I can reveal Operation Clean Slate
and the secrets of soul rebirth; you should believe me. You've really let your guard down in my absence, Melody said sternly, before adding, "Tomorrow at 10 AM, at our usual spot."
With that, Melody left.
to usual
Bran glanced at Melody, then back at me. "She seems more like the Phoebe Caldwell we knew." Clearly, he too felt that Melody's current demeanor was more reminiscent of the Phoebe Caldwell from before.