He comfortingly patted his wife's back and said softly:
"Don't worry, our blood ties are strong; our daughter won't refuse to recognize us."
Though he said this, he himself wasn't entirely sure.
On the Greece side, Harry Hall sat in his office, fell silent after hanging up the phone.
He understood his wife; she was never a sentimental person, much less one to blame others unnecessarily.
Back then, regardless of why her parents lost her, twenty-nine years had passed, and it had faded.
If he told her now that the Smith family wanted to meet her officially and recognize her, she'd surely agree.
But as her husband, he felt pity for her.
A girl who grew up in an orphanage, subjected to others' disdain, could have been a carefree little princess.
By her own strength, she had grown to be so outstanding, only for a bunch of strangers, connected by blood, to suddenly appear.
These family members — he didn't know their true nature, but this blood tie might just entangle her life.
