"I..." Lily's face was a picture of confusion.
Miss Lily, was that nickname a bit too intimate?
However, before she could ponder the implications of the old man's words,
she heard him panting heavily with excitement, "Miss Lily, you're back, then is your mother back too? How has your mother been these years, is she doing well?"
"My mother..."
Before she could finish, the old man sighed again.
"Ah, so many years have passed. Other than David occasionally coming to visit, I haven't even seen Sylvia's face. A few years ago, I heard that Sylvia and Ken adopted a girl named Lily Redington. That child, it's you, right? Good, good, it's all the same that you could come back."
"I..."
Adopted?
Lily listened with a look of bewilderment.
She was surprised that the old man knew her name and even more astonished at his explanation of her identity.
She was adopted, but how come she didn't know?
Actually, it wasn't the old man's fault for the misunderstanding.
