Lily blinked at Mr. King and bravely stepped forward.
The Old Master bent down to look at her, staring at her as if she was some never-seen-before treasure. As Lily approached, the old man who was already a bit under the weather, with red eyes and a running nose, shakily touched Lily's little face with his hand.
He was trying to confirm her realness.
The touch sent feedback of a small, fluffy, warm, and chubby face.
Mr. King could not believe it. He gently held the child's head, scrutinizing her closely, "She truly resembles Mason when he was little. How did I not notice? I thought she looked familiar, yet I dare not make the connection. My great-granddaughter, my dear great-granddaughter..."
As he spoke, he automatically stroked Lily's hair. His old gaze filled with excitement as he looked at Mrs. King, who had been wearing an icy expression the whole time, "How did you two end up together?"