After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire

Chapter 982 She Isn’t Hannah

Chapter 982 She Isn’t Hannah

"But we all think that you're so familiar to us." Said Susan.

Upon hearing this, Besse's heart started racing madly. She looked at Susan in confusion.

"You and Hannah are so similar." Susan couldn't help but blurt out. There was nothing that could be

kept hidden for too long.

Besse unconsciously pursed her lips together. Oscar had said the same thing before, but later on, she

went back and carefully examined the photo of Hannah and indeed felt a strange sense of familiarity

herself, but there was no resemblance between them.

Why did they keep saying that she was similar to Hannah?

Before that, she thought Oscar was just trying to flirt with her intentionally by saying so. But, from the

moment Oscar approached her, she could already feel his unusual feelings towards her. And the dinner

that day confirmed what she had been thinking all along. Although she didn't know why Oscar would

have feelings for her in the first place, love at first sight wasn't something that happened easily to

someone, who held such high power over their country.

"I don't look anything like her." Besse remained calm as Susan's emotions started getting out of control.

"But other than your appearance, everything else is the same." Susan continued speaking through

tears, "After being close to you during the dinner party and seeing how different you were from

Hannah's appearance, it made me think I might have mistaken you for her. But I thought a lot, I can't

shake off this feeling of familiarity from you."

Besse also seemed emotionally affected by this conversation now. She could also feel a sense of

familiarity from Susan too.

"Are you... trying to escape from Oscar?" asked Susan with concern.

"What do you mean?"

"Is it because you don't want him controlling your life anymore? Did you get plastic surgery because of

him?"

Tears streamed down Susan's face.

"I won't tell Oscar. Your secret is safe with me." Susan continued.

"No," Besse said as she shook her head. She was trying to keep calm at that moment.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't know you, or Oscar."

"How could that be? We grew up together, you can forget Oscar, but how could you forget me?!" Susan

said with teary eyes.

She failed to accept the fact that her best friend, Hannah, was dead. At that moment, she was so sure

of herself that Besse was Hannah.

"Susan, calm down, okay?" Besse held her hand and comforted her, "I may look a bit like your friend,

but I'm not her. And I'm leaving Northfield for Jolencami tomorrow."

Susan looked at Besse with longing eyes. From her expression, she felt that Besse wasn't lying to her.

Besse truly didn't know Hannah.

"Don't cry, you're pregnant." Besse handed a tissue and wiped away her tears gently, "It's not good for

the baby."

"Hannah always treated me so well like you," Susan murmured.

Besse's hand paused slightly.

"When I was little, I always got into trouble but had less courage than anyone else afterwards. So I

would hide behind Hannah every time something happened because she always protected me," Susan

continued emotionally, "When I fell or got hurt from wrestling around as a child, it was always Hannah NôvelDrama.Org content.

who comforted me and wiped my tears away for me. At one point in my life, I even thought that Hannah

might be my mother reincarnated."

Besse couldn't help laughing.

What had been a sad story became comedic after hearing it from Susan's perspective.

"But then, Hannah died unexpectedly." Susan said before breaking down again as soon as the word

'died' left her lips.

Tears streamed down uncontrollably from both of her eyes now.

Besse also felt somewhat uncomfortable upon hearing about death. She realized that something must

have happened to cause them to mistake someone else for their beloved friend. This moment of grief

seemed all too familiar as if they were experiencing death themselves.

"I've always believed that she still exists in this world somewhere, which is why when seeing you just

now made me think you were her..." Susan tried hard to hold back more sobs while speaking through

gritted teeth.

After some time passed by with only sniffles filling up the silence between them did Susan finally

manage to calm herself enough to say, "I know you're not lying."

Besse watched as redness crept up on both of Susan's nose and eye sockets.

She wanted desperately to say something comforting but instead decided against it since they'd

already decided on leaving Northfield anyways.

"Maybe it's just wishful thinking on my part." Taking in one deep breath, Susan was dissuading herself

from insisting on the first idea she had.

"I filmed Sal's birthday video, I was hoping you were Hannah..."

Susan trailed off mid-sentence before shaking her head slowly and said, "... never mind."

Besse was interested in the video but she held back her words.

"Would you like to eat the cake? If you don't want it, you can toss that. Manuel doesn't allow me to eat

too many sweets." Susan looked at the cake and said.

She felt sorry for Salem that she failed to bring his mom back.

"Okay." Bessie smiled.

Susan got up to leave. Besse walked her off to the door and said, "Do you need me to walk you to the

room?"

It was an instinctive concern for Susan.

Susan looked at her and said, "Apart from Manuel, the only person in the world who was so worried

about me was Hannah."

Bessie remained silent.

"If you come to Northfield in the future, remember to come to me. I'm not for your bag or limited edition,

I think we can be friends."

Bessie nodded and replied, "Okay."

However, she was not sure whether or not she would come to Northfield again. But she couldn't refuse

Susan's kindness.

"I'm leaving. I wish you a pleasant journey tomorrow."

"Thank you, Susan."

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Bessie watched her back, standing at the door. Unexpected tears welled up in her eyes. Only when

Susan disappeared in her sight did she close the door.

After she sat down on the sofa again, she gazed straight at the small cake in front of her.

That was the little boy, Salem's birthday cake.

She put a small piece into her mouth. It tasted good.

Suddenly, she seemed to have a picture of Salem's birthday party in her mind, with tears falling from

her eyes.