Joyce Hughes lowered her head, her mind racing.
Loomis Hughes definitely wouldn't expose her, so she was safe for now.
If the truth came out, she could just push all the blame onto that idiot.
Thinking this, she raised her head, "I don't even know this person. Loomis Hughes is indeed my brother, but we got separated when we were young. You met a man with the same name who harassed you and think it's my brother? That's too far-fetched."
"Is that so?"
Tiana Thorne lazily curled her lips, her smile like fire, dazzling.
"He has a red birthmark about the size of a little finger on the back of his neck. Not your brother? It seems I really made a mistake."
Uncle Hayes stopped breathing for a moment and walked in front of Tiana Thorne, "Is the birthmark on the left side of his neck?"
Tiana feigned surprise, "How does Uncle Hayes know?"
"He is my poor nephew." Uncle Hayes sighed, tears already streaming down his old face.
