Abigail Summer looked up and saw Charlotte Green holding the hand of a little boy—the little boy—
Her face turned ashen, her eyes widened in shock as if she had seen a ghost.
Charlotte Green scoffed as she stepped forward, "Who do you think he resembles? Me or Kevin Cliff? Especially... does he not resemble my son who was not even two months old at that time?"
Abigail Summer collapsed to the ground in horror, with Charlotte Green standing over her, coupled with a cold and piercing expression, it seemed as if she was the one who had wronged someone else.
"Auntie, are you okay?" While everyone was still in shock, a pair of tender hands reached out, asking in a childlike voice.
Everyone couldn't help but marvel at how well-mannered the child was!
But when Abigail Summer saw who the little hands belonged to, she was terrified as if she had seen a ghost, panic-stricken as she retreated and accidentally stepped on a pair of freshly arrived shoes.
