Chapter 697

Chapter 697:
She wrestled down the swell of emotions and asked Erica calmly, “Did you drink your juice before or after running into Bart?”
Pondering Candice’s question, Erica replied, “I was sipping it throughout. When I ran into Bart, I had a glass of juice with me.”
“Did you leave your juice unattended at any point?” Candice pressed further.
Nodding, Erica replied, “Certainly. I excused myself to use the restroom after meeting Bart. Did you find anything unusual?”
Candice shook her head firmly, refusing to jump to premature conclusions. “I yearn for the entire process to unfold before drawing any definitive conclusions. Only when I possess concrete evidence will I disclose my findings.”
Erica nodded approvingly, praising Candice’s legal skill. “You truly have the makings of a formidable lawyer—meticulous and astute. No wonder you handle my thorny disputes with such finesse.”
Candice modestly accepted the praise, lowering her gaze.
“Have you confided in him, sharing your suspicions and analysis?” Erica asked abruptly.
Candice understood she meant Milton. She shook her head, explaining she had withheld her progress to avoid needless contradictions until she had irrefutable proof. “I implore you to keep our conversation secret for now. I shall uncover the truth,” she assured.
After all, the person she suspected had ties to the Lopez family, so it was crucial not to stir familial discord recklessly.
Erica agreed, studying Candice intently. Candice possessed an ethereal beauty, exuding grace and modesty.
She sighed inwardly. Why? Why was Candice Corrine’s daughter?
On impulse, she clasped Candice’s hands, drawing them close, her lips trembling as if she had something profound to share.
“What is it you wish to say, Mrs. Lopez?” Candice asked cautiously.
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Erica’s words spilled out in a rush. “Calling me ‘Mrs. Lopez’ creates a distance between us. Candice, I have developed a genuine fondness for you. From the moment our eyes met, I sensed a kindred spirit.
Would you consider being my goddaughter?”
Candice stood frozen, utterly astonished.
Seeing the sincerity in Erica’s eyes, Candice struggled to regain her composure.
What? Did Erica truly want to acknowledge her as a goddaughter?
If she became Erica’s goddaughter, what would that mean for her relationship with Milton?
She had sex with her godmother’s son? The thought was preposterous!
Almost instantly, she grasped what Erica was implying. Her intention was clear, even if less direct than before. In essence, she opposed the idea of Candice and Milton being together.
Candice’s fists clenched involuntarily as she wrestled with inner turmoil, her face betraying her embarrassment.
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