"You, what did you say? My son is alive?" In Ou Chunhua's mind, there was a loud explosion, leaving it blank. "How is my son alive? No, I have a son beside me—"
"Mrs. Ou, have you gone mad? The son by your side is not your biological child. We're saying that your biological son never actually died."
Not dead?! How is that possible? But then again, it's actually plausible. Was it because he was kidnapped? Since then, there had been no news. The private detective she hired secretly had no results, all efforts in vain. She had to quickly accept that the child was dead and forget him, or else Ou Shihua would discover the truth.
"If you're saying he's alive, where's your evidence?"
"Evidence? Once Mrs. Ou meets him and does a blood test for paternity, won't everything be clear?"
