"Speaking of which, I should have come earlier. With Lance so busy and your age, I should have visited home more often. But recently… I've been caught up in so many things that I just couldn't find the time to break away."
Mr. Davis said, "It's not your fault… Right, Fristy, look, this child here is the one you mentioned, the one Miles brought over."
Mrs. Young quickly turned to look at Scarlett Glenn, her expression as shocked as Mr. Davis's had been when he first saw her, and it took a long time for her to recover.
She exclaimed, "Oh my… she looks so much like her!"
Mrs. Young grabbed Scarlett Glenn's hand, her face filled with surprise and excitement, "Scarlett Glenn, you must be Scarlett Glenn, right? The resemblance is uncanny, Uncle, she looks just like Auntie… if Auntie saw her, she would be so happy, maybe the happiness would cure her illness."
Mr. Davis, reminded of his late daughter upon seeing Scarlett Glenn, had teary eyes, "Yes, yes… she looks so much like her."
