Three hundred thousand, no different from an astronomical figure!
"You said this child isn't your biological son?" Sofia Anderson continued to ask. Emma Smith nodded and stroked Thomas Smith's little head: "He's my sister's son. When she gave birth to him, she had a difficult labor, his father disappeared, and I was the only one who could take care of him."
This statement, just as Robert Thomson had just mentioned, could not be false. Once she lied, a random DNA test would expose her. Robert must have been so sure because he had done the identification before.
Sofia Anderson sighed. Although Robert Thomson had been raised by her side since he was a child, she was not his biological parent after all. She cared about her nephew's marriage, but she could not have the final say. She glanced at her husband, Henry Thomson, who frowned and spoke: "Does Alexander know about this?"
Robert Thomson shook his head: "I haven't told him yet, and I can't reach him by phone."
