Mila sat up straight. "What…what did you say?"

Tears were glistening in her eyes.

Minerva held her to provide her support. "Yvonne, don't get worked up, and don't move too much. Your ribs were broken not long ago. You can't move too vigorously. That won't benefit the healing of your ribs at all. Lay down. You should prioritize resting."

"You acknowledged that I'm Yvonne, right?" Mila's tears instantly streamed down her face.

"Mm-hmm." Minerva nodded.

"You…thank you, Minerva. Thank you. I've never expected that you'll actually be the first to acknowledge me." Mila cried with extreme sadness.

Minerva shook her head. "Yvonne, don't blame my Aunt Sabrina. The person you're closest with in this world may be my Aunt Sabrina. She and Aino are different. Aino can not care about everything, but Aunt Sabrina can't make an erroneous judgment. She has to be careful. Actually, she already felt that you should be Yvonne the first time she laid eyes on you. Because if you're the actual person,