Mr. Davis's exhausted face was filled with shock, and it took him a long while to collect himself. He snatched the test result, on which the DNA similarity was clearly provided, along with a conclusion verifying a blood relation.
It's really... really... Aya's child! Aya...
Mr. Davis thought back to forty years ago when Aya's birth had brought joy to the family, remembered his little daughter's innocent and adorable appearance, recalled the first time she called him Dad and how he was moved to tears, remembered the disaster, the fire that destroyed their entire home...
Mr. Davis's body trembled, his hand trembled, and tears quickly fell from his bloodshot eyes.
In his life, Mr. Davis was always strong and resolute, and the few times he had cried were all because of his daughter.
His voice was choked with emotion, "It's really... it is really, Aya, my child... She didn't really die that year..."
