A sense of sorrow flashed across Mila's eyes. After that, she said in a miserable tone, "The work done on my face was indeed very intense. It was so intense that everybody around me no longer recognized me. Even Miss A, who is closest to me, also no longer recognized me."

"Aunt Yvonne, you're Aunt Yvonne! How did you become like that? No, You're… You're Miss Mila?"

Aino was an extremely smart child. She has never met Mila, but she already heard about Mila from her parents. Her judgment was the same as her mother's, which was that Mila might be her Aunt Yvonne. Otherwise, how could she know so many details?

At that moment, for example, Mila called her Miss A. That was a form of address that her mother might not even know. That was a secret between Aino and Yvonne.

"No, I'm not Yvonne. I'm Mila," Mila said shyly.

"You're Mila?" Minerva asked. She had also heard about the matters regarding Mila from Sabrina, Aino, and others in the past few days.

Mila nodded. "Mm-hmm."

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