Chapter 108: Memories_3

George Flack leaned over and kissed Dylan Flack's forehead, feeling somewhat comforted in his heart, but he still had some regrets. If only Dylan were his and Aria Grant's child…

However, the thought was quickly suppressed. He scoffed at himself, after all, he was the one who had betrayed Aria first. Besides, Dylan's birth wasn't something he chose. The mistakes of adults shouldn't be blamed on the child.

Suddenly, his gaze became fixed on Dylan's left arm. Because Dylan had moved, his hand had unconsciously stretched out from under the blanket. The large pajama sleeve had slid up, revealing a small, conspicuous red wound on his fair arm.

George carefully picked up Dylan's arm and examined it closely. Thanks to the good ointment they had applied the previous night, the wound didn't look as terrifying. It seemed like a red mark on his arm, but upon touching it, there was some uneven texture, which didn't resemble a birthmark.