“I figured that out at first hand,” Elizabeth said slowly and inhaled sharply. “I don’t know the whole history you have with my mother, but I believe that it had no happy ending.”
Gregorio Mendez stared intently at Elizabeth. She understood his stare since he might be contemplating the scene where he was discerning if what Elizabeth was saying was true.
“If you don’t believe me, it’s fine. Mom can tell you the truth, though, if that is what you want,” she said and sipped her tea.
“I believe in you,” he said in minutes, and then sighed deeply. His eyes were solemn and his face disgruntled into a sad expression. “You have your mother’s beauty…”
“And I have your eyes,” she continued and nodded. “Even a DNA test would not be necessary to discern our biological relationship.”
He remainedto
