"Claire, he looks exactly like I did when I was young, even with a cigarette burn scar on his shoulder that's exactly the same. I once told you and your husband, it happened when he was two years old, and I burned him while holding a cigarette..."
This scar couldn't possibly be fake...
Claire raised her eyes, glanced at the girl beside Isaac, her heart stirred tumultuously, her lips quivered, feeling as if something was stuck in her throat, preventing her from saying anything.
"If it weren't for Heath, I wouldn't have met that girl. I'm practically on my deathbed, and I never expected to see my son in my lifetime. Claire, you are all my benefactors."
As old Mr. Chen spoke, he began to cry, such was his uncontrolled joy.
Claire wiped away her tears, murmuring, "It's good to have found him, just good to have found him."
"We must have that girl stay for a few more days, so I can bring my son to thank her."
"Okay."
