"Thank you," she said it lightly. She wouldn't give the same blessing, because the marriage between him and Leila was a scar in her heart that would never be healed, so she couldn't bless them. She was not the Holy Virgin Mary.
Zac picked up the juice on the table and took a sip, dissipating the bitterness on the tip of his tongue. He looked to the small train not far away. Rabi and Mili were sitting in one carriage, while Dot was sitting alone in another.
"Your son has a strong character." He smiled faintly.
"Like his father," Hazel answered almost subconsciously. Dot look like him, no matter in appearance or personality.
"I don't think so." Zac raised his thick eyebrows slightly. He didn't think that Dot looked like Hanson at all.
