Mark Campbell was stunned for a moment.
Aurelia Shaw continued, "You approached me, or... let An-An approach me, just for this?"
"I'm sorry." Mark Campbell was silent for a while, then said, "My wife passed away due to illness many years ago. When she died, An-An was only one year old, so An-An has always been weak. Growing up, her memory of her mother deepened, and every night before sleep, she hugs my wife's photo."
"So that day when you saw me, you planned for me to replace the photo's role?" Aurelia Shaw asked in return.
"I'm really sorry." Mark Campbell said quietly, "But you... really resemble my wife."
"May I ask what family your wife is from?" Aurelia Shaw's fingers twitched, feeling that she might be somehow connected to Mark Campbell's wife.
Perhaps the connection was exactly what her cousin didn't want her to know, her mother's family.
Mark Campbell paused, his eyes flashing slightly, "Just an ordinary family."
Mark Campbell clearly did not want to elaborate.
