The real Iris touched Connie's face and mumbled, “This… This is my daughter?”
“Yes, Mom. Aunt found me recently.”
“Her?” The real Iris was in doubt. “She’s not that kind.”
The fake Iris sneered. “That’s right, Sister. I’m not that kind. The reason I’m doing this is because I needed the money from Dad.”
“Now that your daughter’s back, I’ll have Helen clean up the room and you can visit Dad.”
“Dad, Dad…” The real Iris began repeating words.
She had been in the same house as her father, but she had never once seen him.
Just then, she sprung out of her bed and ran towards the door.
All these years, she thought he and her daughter were dead.
However, she felt strange when she saw Connie. For some reason, she didn’t feel the connection between a mother and a daughter.
Even so, she was excited to see her father.
The fake Iris let out a mischievous smile from behind.
Meanwhile, the real Iris saw her father in bed and started shaking him. “Dad! Dad…”
He had grown so much older since she had last seen him. All this time, nobody bothered to shave his beard for him.
When Victor saw his daughter, tears streamed down his cheeks.
That was what Iris and Connie saw when they went downstairs.
“What happened to you, Dad?” The real Iris asked.
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