NOVPUBChapter 1200: 540 Recognizing Each Other (First Update)_3 Chapter 1200: 540 Recognizing Each Other (First Update)_3 With no blood ties, now that a biological child arrives, she must feel displaced.
Brenda Lopez glared fiercely at Romilly Powell, who was suddenly rendered speechless.
This was her plan, to place someone in an embarrassing position.
“Who knows if that paternity certificate isn’t a forgery?
After all, the daughter of the Arias family is so enviable.
Are you guys from the Arias considered easy to fool?
Peter Aria, you’re so eager to expose this person, aren’t you afraid of falling into another trap?”
Those words were quite malicious, but Brenda Lopez didn’t mind and instead seemed to take pleasure in the disaster.
... 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝖔𝔪
Peter Aria sneered, “You can never wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.
Whether it is true or false, the heart will be the true judge.”
“Impossible!
Aurora Brun would never have had a child.
I saw with my own eyes that she!.”
“Did you watch her die?” A gentle voice cut through the air, suppressing all the harsh noises in the room.
The light flickered, snow was whipping about, the hall’s curtain door lifted at one corner due to the wind, cold gusts mixed with snow swirl through the air.
In that moment, the chilly air seeped into their collars, making everyone shiver without meaning to.
Peter Aria curved up a small smile at the corners of his mouth and slowly turned around.
Anton Cook was stunned for a moment and murmured to himself, “It really is her…”.
Charlotte Aria found this voice somewhat familiar until she saw the door curtain being lifted, a delicate figure slowly walked in…
Her pupils suddenly constricted, how could this be possible!
“Crack”, Virginia Frost crushed the cup in her hand.
However, everyone was immersed in awe, paying no attention to her abnormality.
Matthew Aria initially wanted to say how can a single paternity certificate prove anything, and that Peter Aria should stop making a fuss.
But when he saw the young lady who entered, all his doubts and suspicions vanished.
In an instant, it seemed like he was seeing his mother when she was young; her brows, eyes, and temperament were almost identical.
The only difference was, his mother had a more scholarly aura while the girl before him seemed much gentler and colder.
The mother in his memory always wore a form-fitting cheongsam, had a slender and graceful figure, both intellectual and elegant, charming through and through, yet maintaining an innate sense of alienation.
In his cognition, his mother was the most beautiful woman in the world—compared to her, the rest of the women in the world were just vulgar.
Madam Lewis sighed in admiration, “There’s no need for testing, just standing here, she is clearly Madam Aria’s granddaughter.
She’s exactly like Madam Aria when she was young.”
Perhaps there are differences in facial features, but that indescribable feeling, no one in this world can imitate it unless the blood in their veins is the same.
That’s called inheritance.
Madam Aria stood up excitedly and moved quickly towards her, stumbling in process and almost falling.
Charlotte Aria cried out in shock, “Granny…”.
But in the next moment, everyone only caught a glimpse of a swift shadow, as the young girl swiftly steadied Madam, preventing a possible injury.
That was a delicate hand, hence the faint callouses in her palm were particularly distinct.
In Madam Aria’s hollow eyes, a string of tears formed and flowed down her wrinkled skin, falling onto the girl’s fair hand.
In that instant, the hot sensation made her soul seem to burn.
Everyone saw how the young lady, with a certain color in her eyes, stared at the old woman in front of her.
The color in her eyes gradually turned black and white.
That was the color of sorrow.
The old woman extended her dry hands and reached out to touch her face.
The young lady put her face forward, allowing the old woman’s hand to gently feel her facial features.
From her brows and eyes to her lips and nose, she explored them slowly and meticulously, as if she was recreating her looks in her heart.
“Vanessa, my Vanessa…you’re back.”
Those who were emotional couldn’t help crying out loud.
‘Mother,’ she mentally whispered.
The deepest part of her memory took her back to the beginning of her life, when there were also a pair of hands gently caressing her face.
However, those hands back then were delicate and gentle, cherishing her as if she were the world’s most precious treasure.
Now, these hands had become old, filled with wrinkles and age spots, gradually decaying.
But compared to their initial cherish, there was now more guilt and joy from finding something that was lost.
Traversing through more than thirty years of time, crossing the distance between life and death, she had been painstakingly practicing Buddhism for more than ten years.
She thought she had gained a profound insight into the world and rated herself as self-sufficient.
However, it seemed that she ultimately couldn’t escape her inherent nature.
If becoming a Buddha required giving up all desires and fetters, then she’d rather sink into the mortal world, just for the warmth of this moment.
A woman who gave her life and all her love, a mother who missed her so much that she eventually lost her sight.
She had too many regrets in life, she didn’t want to repeat the past.
