Yala nodded, confirming her lineage. "Yes, Iris is my mother."
"No way..." Kesya muttered in disbelief. "They finally have a child."
Lyon, caught in a whirlwind of emotions and revelations, was at a loss for words. He would have preferred to be called a thief than be labeled an uncle at his age.
Cecile was warm and affectionate, reaching out to rustle Yala's hair gently. "You're as beautiful as your mother, and that mischievous glint in your eyes... just like her. But those eyes, they remind me so much of your father."
Selena, the woman of fewer words but deep affection, offered a genuine smile as she observed Yala. Her love for her friends was evident in her eyes.
Kesya, bubbling with excitement and joy, suddenly pulled Yala into a tight hug, almost out of nowhere. "I'm so sorry for knocking you unconscious! We didn't know, really." Her enthusiasm seemed to fill the atmosphere.
