A family gathered around the dining table for breakfast, enjoying a rare moment of harmony.
Remembering the conversation with her husband last night, Ariana Evans couldn't help but look up at Titus Zane. As she watched, her eyes gradually became misty.
A fair and youthful face overlapped with the one in front, the girl proud and confident, her waist-length hair like a proud peacock, exuding an inherent sense of privilege that was quite repulsive...
"Mom, is there something on my face?"
Titus Zane stopped eating breakfast and touched her face.
Ariana returned to her senses and smiled faintly, "My daughter, you are growing more beautiful by the day."
Titus Zane gave a nonchalant smile and said nothing.
If it was before, she would have believed it, but since last night...
Under the table, Olivia Zane kicked her mother because of her comment, but fortunately, the thin blanket on her knees was long enough to almost touch the ground, concealing her small act.
