"Ben, it's been too long... Mother, mother really can't remember clearly."
Vivian Walters didn't dare to speak recklessly, for one wrong word would put her identity in question.
Better to say directly she had forgotten than take that risk.
"Mother left when you were only half a year old... Mother really can't remember that time..."
"Heh, can't remember? You only left when I was half a year old, and now it hasn't even been five years, and you've forgotten everything?"
"Just like that, you have the nerve to repeatedly say that I am your most beloved son..."
Ben's lips curled with mockery, but his smile didn't reach his eyes.
He turned his head to look at the other onlookers, finally fixing his gaze on the face of the elder sister who had just spoken up for Vivian.
"Auntie, if your child had a birthmark, would you forget it after five years?"
"I wouldn't, of course I wouldn't."
