“Most likely.” Jake let go of her, then took a photo out of his suit pocket and handed it over, “This is a picture of my Mom, take a look.”
Aria lowered her head and took the photo and looked at it carefully. Jake’s mother was a beauty with a fairy-like gorgeousness, and she was on the exact opposite.
If she was an enchanting beauty, then Jake’s mother was a fairy-like beauty.
Aria was familiar with her own looks and features, probably because she was too familiar with them, so she didn’t feel any resemblance to herself when she saw the features that resembled her own.
Yet now that she looked at the picture, it really did look like it.
So the possibility of Tyron using her as a substitute was indeed high.
Thinking of this, a wave of anger rose up in Aria’s heart.
She didn’t love Tyron, but she couldn’t accept that she was being used as a substitute, even if that person was her mother-in-law.
How could she tolerate being a substitute? She was her and unique.