“What idea?” Caleb pressed immediately—at this point, any plan was worth considering.
“Husband, we create a setup—a trap—and do a livestream. Force her to personally admit that she *is* Amanda.” It was the only option left.
There was no way to do a DNA test now.
Back when Amanda had “died,” Evelyn had destroyed all her belongings.
Without any DNA evidence, Amanda had been able to act so brazenly.
Caleb had hoped for something better, but even if this plan was foolish, it was the only choice they had.
“How are you going to get her to admit it?” he asked. He didn’t know Amanda well—every time he saw her in the past, he’d be reminded of *that woman’s* death.
Evelyn smirked coldly. “An opportunity will come soon. When we’re at our lowest, that will be when she feels her greatest triumph
