? Astonishing the Reese Family


    I wasn''t sure what Donovan meant. Annika quickly dialed a number, and her expression mirrored Donovan''s, inscrutable—filled with joy, excitement, and a hint of nervousness. Her hand that was holding the phone was shaking.


    Once the call connected, Annika''s voice sounded somewhat unsettled as she spoke into the phone, "Arton, where are you? Come back home immediately!"


    A deep voice echoed from the phone, "What''s wrong? Did something happen to Mom and Dad?"


    Without borating, Annika urged, "Juste back as soon as you can!"


    I could see that Annika was anxious. Meanwhile, Donovan still tightly held onto my phone, staring at the photos without blinking.


    Judging by his current expression, I was certain he liked Charlie.


    I moved closer and tried to take the phone, but he clutched it tighter, unwilling to let go. So, I approached him, gently sliding my fingers across the phone screen to show him more pictures.


    I overheard Annika making another call, presumably to her mother, urging her to return home because something big had happened.


    After hanging up, she couldn’t resist leaning in to see the photos I was disying to Donovan.


    Excitedly, she asked me, "Ms. Chloe, is this really Arton’s child?"


    At this moment, I was sure they were shocked by the child. "What do you think?"


    Seemingly overwhelmed, Annika was about to answer my question when Donovan’s voice came through, trembling, "Yes, he is definitely my grandson."


    Then, he scolded, "This scoundrel! I’m going to beat him up for having a child and not bringing him home. What is he thinking?"


    Just as his voice fell, we heard the sound of someone opening the door. Annika hurriedly approached the door, but it had already been opened, and a very stylish elderlydy walked in.


    Her hair, mostly white, was permed into curls. She wore a sporty suit, looking like she had just finished exercising.


    Contrary to what Annika had described about her health, there was no sign of any physical issues.


    After Georgina walked in, she was surprised to see us in the living room.


    She asked Annika, "Oh, it seems like we have guests at home. Your friends?"


    Annika quickly pulled Georgina inside, saying, "Yes, Mom,e and see."


    She forcibly brought Georgina to Donovan’s side and pressed her down on the couch. Then she took the phone from Donovan’s hand and ced it in her mother’s.


    Georgina looked at Annika in confusion, then looked at us.


    Annika hurriedly said to her, "Don’t look at me. Look at the photos!"


    Georgina finally lowered her head to look at the phone screen. When her gazended, she immediately fixed her eyes on one spot. Then, in an exaggerated manner, she brought the phone closer to her eyes.


    "Whose child is this? Why does he look so much like Arton when he was little?"


    Annika quickly told her mom, "Mom, Ms. Chloe came here today to tell us about this. She said this is Arton’s son."


    Georgina suddenly looked at Carol and me, her gaze simr to Donovan’s earlier, scrutinizing both of us.


    Annika awkwardly continued, "Mom, don’t think too much. Ms. Chloe is here to help us with this matter."


    Georgina then withdrew her gaze, turning to me and asking, "So, if you say this child belongs to our family, why didn’t Arton tell us? Since you’re not the child’s mother, who is? Who are you then?"Content bel0ngs to N?vel(D)r/a/ma.Org.


    It seemed Georgina was quite assertive, hitting me with a series of questions right off the bat.