Chapter 381 The Real Cassandra And The Fake Cassandra

• Cassandra came to the same conclusion Quentin had. A hint of bitterness colored her voice as she spoke. “So, you're saying I'm not the real Cassandra—that I was switched with her?”
• Quentin tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “I can't say for certain. But one thing I do know—you're definitely not the same baby I met the first time.”
• “This can't be. This absolutely can't be!” Cassandra clenched her fists, her body trembling. “If I'm not Cassandra, then who am I?”