[23]LIONEL'S POV I sat behind my mahogany desk, the silence of the executive office feeling heavier than usual. My grandmother, Doña Amalia, was comfortably seated on the velvet armchair across from me, sipping her tea."Lionel..." I know what that sounds like. Ganyan ang tono niya pag sesermunan niya ko."Why is that girl still here? That troublemaker you call Elvi."I leaned back, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "Lola, it's complicated.""Complicated? It was simple enough for me to see. She is arrogant and ill-mannered. Hindi siya nababagay sa pamilya natin, Lionel. Kahit saang anggulo mo tingnan, she doesn't fit."I sighed, looking at the door to make sure Marcus had it locked. I knew I couldn't keep the truth from her much longer. She was too sharp. "Lola, I know. Hindi siya si Elvi. She's an impostor."My grandmother's tea cup paused mid-air. She didn't look shocked, she looked vindicated. "An impostor? Then why on earth is she still occupying a room in your house? Bakit hi
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