It was a long time before he asked in a hoarse voice, “You’re not lying to me, are you?”
“You’re dying, do I need to lie to you?” Aria laughed lightly.
George was stunned, “When did you know that?”
“A long time ago, but only recently it was confirmed. Sometime before I married Jake, I met Rowel and Rachel at the TV station and heard them talking about Ayah, saying that she was their daughter, only at that time I didn’t believe it, until some time ago, I saw Ayah’s blood type, then I have them a paternity test.”
Aria didn’t say any further because there was no need for them.
George suddenly laughed out, his laughter filled with self-deprecation and sadness, “Ridiculous, ridiculous, I never thought that in my life, there would be times when I mistakenly love a feral child as my own for more than twenty years.”
In fact, at first, he didn’t like Ayah that much, after all, she was an illegitimate daughter, and he had always been like a son, so naturally, he didn’t like her.