Before taking her home, I didn't want Emelia to see her mother in such a pitiful state. I requested the assistance of a few female nurses there to help Mama Melissa clean up, bathe, and change into clothing that was far more decent and neat.
After waiting for a while, the bathroom door finally opened. I turned my head and was instantly frozen in my tracks.
Look at the middle-aged woman standing before me. Once her body and hair were clean and tended to, the features of her face genuinely formed the exact same mold as Emelia's. If Emelia only inherited Lucas's rare blood type, then when it came to her looks, Emelia was truly a perfect carbon copy of her mother. Their striking resemblance left me stunned for a moment.
I offered a warm smile as I watched her walk toward me with steps th
