Who Is She?

Chapter 33

"Your room looks gorgeous!" Riley exclaimed to Lillian as she showed her sister the photos she took of the room.

Lillian frowned internally looking at the pictures.

That didn't seem like her room at all. She didn't have pink walls, the paint was barely hanging on in the room she lived in.

And it wasn't neatly arranged as well, it only had a bed and a rusted cupboard.

And not to mention the clothes!

"Can I ask you something?" Riley asked in a serious tone turning towards Lillian.

Lillian hummed, looking intently at the pictures. She suppose she got her own room after her mother woke up.

"Why did you never wear the clothes Vincent bought you?" Riley asked, hesitatantly. She was still trying to sort out her feeling towards him.

That took Lillian by surprise. Vincent bought her clothes? She thought her mother bought them for her over the years whenever she saw a dress that reminded her of Lillian. Never in a million years would she have thought that it would've been her father.

Wheels started turning in her head, trying to put pieces together. Why didn't he tell her that directly? Nancy?

'It must have been her.' Lillian thought with a internal sigh. 'She was my caretaker after all.'

She then turned to Riley to study her.

Her voice sounded unusual from her usual tone. Almost indecisive.

Riley looked like she was desperate for her answer.

"I didn't know." Lillian kept her answer short. She wanted to know more about her sister's emotions.

"So he didn't buy you the dresses?" Riley said in a quiet tone almost in a betrayed tone.

Was she-

Lillian mentally slapped herself for not noticing that Riley wanted to be part of their family. She has always wanted to know them!

"It's.... probably not his fault. He probably informed Nancy and she didn't tell me."

"Nancy? The woman I fired?" Riley asked confused, thinking deeply.

"Impressive." Totally unlike Lillian- the girl Riley was pretending to be.

"And the dresses were in your room." Riley said confused as if the whole thing was ridiculous. Like why would Vincent have to inform Nancy when she was RIGHT NEXT TO IT?

"I was in a different room." Lillian told her.

"Why."

"Why not."

Lillian didn't want her to hate anyone because of her, she didn't want to be the reason for any internal conflict in Riley.

This elated Riley, who couldn't stop thinking about becoming one big happy family.

"By the way who was the girl next to Max?" Riley asked in a cheerful tone- that Lillian was familiar with- unable to contain her smile.

"Red hair, freckles and brown eyes?"

"Yep." Riley affirmed.

"Lucy, likely."

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"Hey mom." Riley greeted Laura before running past her.

"Hey- what the!" Laura exclaimed being caught off guard. She was happy inside, seeing her daughter express so much emotions which Laura thought was dead. It worried her before but now she was just happy.

Maybe..... that accident did her some good. It sounds bad but she is more carefree now, after the accident. Or.. it's because of the family that took care of her. She wanted to meet them, to thank them for taking care of her for all these years.

Riley ran to the room she saw Vincent for the first time and entered the room, excitedly.

"KNOCK. DAMN IT." Vincent yelled out angrily making Riley wince.

Her excitement died deep inside and was left with wariness. She didn't like that feeling. It felt like the good turns to dust in her biological father's presence.

Her parents never once talked to her that way. Even when she once accidentally interrupted an important call her dad was on, he simply gestured her to keep quiet and sit on the chair if she wanted.

Riley bit the inside of her lower mouth to keep the emotions inside.

"I- Nancy. Nancy didn't tell me you bought me the clothes so I didn't wear them." Riley said clutching her top tightly, nervously.

Vincent looked at her with a raised eyebrow and scanned from head to toe, making Riley squirm in her place.

She didn't understand one bit why she wanted to consider him her father yet again. She didn't like the way she feels next to him.

"That explains why you never wore them." Vincent said looking away, as if deep in thoughts. Riley then released a deep breathe she didn't know she was holding.

'Well atleast he noticed.'

"Did she tell you anything else?" He questioned her.

"Huh?" Riley made a sound from the back of her throat, looking baffled.

"Like.. about the family outings?" He asked, almost nervous.

Riley shook her head instinctively and mentally facepalmed herself for forgetting she was pretending to be Lillian.

"No wonder you always turned down my invitation." He muttered quietly, more to himself than to her.

She was glad that she answered right as she knew Lillian wouldn't have turned down anyone. She just couldn't say 'no'.

And her mood was lifted once again when it dawned on her that he asked her to dine with him. He did consider her his daughter after all!

"Do you have her address?" She asked with excited wide eyes.

Vincent nodded, giving her a strange look and went through the top drawer of his desk before pulling out a file.

"What do you plan on doing?" He asked with a frown. If it was the previous Lillian, he was sure she wouldn't have done anything but this Lillian is different. She is unpredictable.

Hell she has lied to his wife and admitted it to him without caring that he might just kick her out. Again.

"Hold on." Vincent called out to her when she was about to leave.

Riley froze up. She almost smiled, his voice sounded weak. He wasn't his usual businessman self that had rock for a heart instead a dad that was nervous to talk to his daughter.

"So you didn't really choose to stay in the attic?"

Riley's face froze when he asked that question. He sounded nervous. True. But her internals were churning at the thought of living in the attic. The cold and isolated place was where her sister stayed in for 16 years? But..... Nancy, yea it's Nancy's fault. She was supposed to inform her and do her duty, so she can't really blame Vincent for it, right?

Without giving Vincent a reply she left, breathing through her mouth to calm her insides.

It wasn't his fault. She told herself. Nancy was the one to blame for lying to him.

She silently walked past Laura who looked at her in confusion.

She tried to take her mind of the thoughts of her sister living in the attic but it somehow seemed to be engraved in her head.

She took a deep breath and told herself the name of the person that was to be blamed for this. Nancy.

She didn't understand her feelings, which really annoyed herself. Why was she defending that scumbag? It wasn't like he was much better. If he talked to her directly this could've been avoided.

Riley got inside her car and drove to the address that her nemesis lived.

Nancy literally was the reason for the miserable life Lillian lived. Riley was gonna have so much fun putting her behind the bars.

She looked at the tall white building infront of her and decided to get it over with.

She went up to the floor she lived in and knocked on the door before waiting patiently.

After waiting for a minute she decided to knock again, wanting to kick the door down with every passing second.

"Who are you looking for?" A passing person asked.

Riley turned to look at the old woman with a tight expression, still angry.

"Nancy. Nancy Woodman."

"She moved away 3 year ago no clue where she went, dear. She didn't tell you her new adress? Who are you? I'm calling the cops?" She yelled behind Riley as she started to walk away after the first question.

Riley rolled her eyes at being threatened but she highly doubted her captain would be thrilled to know Riley was arrested for something that could've easily been avoided, not after the fuss she made to go undercover as her twin sister.

"Her employer's daughter. She forgot her paycheck." Riley said, not feeling like narrating the whole story of that lie.

She went outside that building and fished her phone out of her pocket.

Riley called the person she goes to, to track any criminals' location or to run a background check.

"Casey. Find me the address of Nancy Woodman."