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…”

felt his heart clenched and

cried like a lonely old man, who was mourning his last

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

“Yes, I am.”

birthday in

“Uh-huh.”

in the end, she still gave birth to you.” Mr. Chapman sighed before he continued, “We’ve been looking for her for so many years. But there was

narrowed slightly, and an extreme thought flashed across her mind, “So… there is a chance that Horace is

biological father,” said Mr. Chapman, “your Dad didn’t deserve your

heart was beating fast. If Horace is not

Her mind went blank.

who passed away

dare to

as if she was stumped with a

hard she wanted to solve it,

she walked out of the ward, it was already two o’clock in

was

said again, “In order to make up for you and your mom, I’ve decided to leave the Chapman’s

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