I was Nina’s sister?
The news struck me like a bolt of lightning, exploding in my mind.
Through Julian’s explanation, I learned that Nina hada younger sister named Catalina Knight. When Catalina was three years old, she went to an amusement park with Nina and got lost.
Since then, Nina had been searching for her missing sister.
When Julian first saw Estel, her resemblance to Nina made him wonder if she could be Nina’s long–lost sister. But investigations proved Estel wasn’t. It wasn’t until I donated blood to Nina that everything came to light.
Because Nina’s blood type was rare, Julian always kept several Rh–negative individuals employed at his company, providing them with high salaries and strict diets supervised by the Stewart family’s nutritionist. This ensured their blood would be available if Nina ever needed it.
That day, Nina hadn’t used Estel’s blood at all. In Julian’s ongoing search for Nina’s sister, every Rh- negative individual was tested, which was how he discovered that I was the missing sibling.
Julian’s wealth was extraordinary. When Nina’s accident happened, he flew in the country’s best doctors on a private jet and managed to pull her back from the brink of death.
The news of Nina’s “death” was released just as a trap to lure Estel into exposing herself.
In truth, Julian knew Estel was the culprit as soon as she left the hospital and threw Nina’s phone into the lake. The past few days had been about gathering evidence.
Even after hearing the full story, my mind felt foggy. So, I wasn’t part of the Gage family. My real name was Catalina Knight, and I had an older sister.
“Catalina, I brought you here to ask for a favor.” Although Julian was speaking to me, his gaze remained fixed on Nina, who was lying behind the glass door.
“Your sister has been unconscious since her surgery. She has always blamed herself for losing you, and you’ve become her deepest regret. I want you to…”
“I’ll do it,” I said, cutting him off. I understood what he wanted and didn’t hesitate.
I walked into the room, leaned close to Nina’s ear, and softly called, “Hey, Nina.”
Though Nina didn’t wake, a single tear slid from the corner of her eye. For the next few days, I stayed by her side. I shared my life experiences and told her about Julian’s unwavering love for her.
Heaven finally rewarded our efforts. Nina opened her eyes on one sunny afternoon.
Overwhelmed with joy, I burst into tears. “Nina, you’re awake!”
“Catalina, I’m so sorry,” she whispered weakly.
Having been informed of Nina’s recovery, Julian arrived in record time. His clothes were disheveled, and he hadn’t even shaved. The moment his eyes met Nina’s, his legs buckled, and he fell to his knees.
