Is he my grandpa? But why does he feel like a stranger to me? Was it because he was the one who kicked my mom out?

Looking at the man in bed, she had mixed feelings about the whole issue.

It took her a while before she finally muttered, “Is my mom your daughter?”

“Yes… she is,” nodded Mr. Chapman, “and you should call me Grandpa.”

“But… I don’t feel any sort of connection here,” scoffed Ashlyn.

“How’s your mother? I wanted to ask you when I first saw you.” All Mr. Chapman wanted to know was about Fiona.

“My Dad told me she died in a car accident when I was eight years old,” Ashlyn said with her eyes close before she reopened them again.

“She’s dead? How’s that possible? She’s so young and talented. How could she die? It’s all my fault. I was heartless to drive her out.” Mr. Chapman wept silently. He was so weak on the bed and could only whine raspingly.

“Fiona…”

“Fiona…”

heart clenched and

wept. He cried like a lonely old man,

year?” Mr. Chapman wiped his tears and looked at

“Yes, I am.”

your birthday in

“Uh-huh.”

in the

mind,

your biological father,” said Mr. Chapman, “your

felt her heart was beating fast. If Horace is not

Her mind went blank.

my sister, who passed

dare

as if she was stumped with a mind-boggling

hard she wanted to solve it, she

out of the ward,

mind was in

again, “In order to make up for you

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