"I am not a human trafficker!" Nancy Scott argued palely.
"No?" Aurora Richardson snorted, "Twenty-five years ago, I lost one of my twin daughters, and twenty-five years later, your daughter looks very similar to mine. You dare to say..."
"I'm not your child!" Jaylene's cold voice interrupted what Giana Watson was saying.
Giana turned around to look at Jaylene standing behind her, paused a little to react, and hastily said, "Jaylene, listen to me..."
"Mrs. Richardson, you lost your child twenty-five years ago and should have sought the police, not my mother!" Jaylene stepped forward, reaching out to support her own stone-white faced mother.
"Mum, let's go eat," Jaylene helped Nancy Scott downstairs and comforted her, "Don't be frightened by a few words from others, those are all conjectures. If she really lost her child, she would call the police. No guts to call the police, it means the child loss is all made up."
