If it was the latter, then Sabrina didn't just look like his aunt, her personality was the same as well.
As she listened to Marcus talk about his aunt from the Shaw family, Sabrina suddenly felt a pang in her heart.
In this world, every family seemed to experience their own joys and sorrows.
Aunt Grace was someone filled with sorrows.
As was Marcus' aunt.
Sabrina's tone turned gentle. "I’m sorry, Young Master Shaw, your aunt's story is very pitiful, but it has nothing to do with me. I'm only twenty years old this year, so there's no way I could be your aunt. It would b e much more believable if you said I was your aunt's daughter.
"However, before you let your imagination run wild, let me assure you that it's impossible!
"My mother is a native farmer, and is from the countryside.
"Furthermore, she died quite a while ago.
"Even if my mother was somehow your aunt, she's already gone now.
"If by some coincidence I was the granddaughter of the Shaw family, I'm sorry, Mr Shaw, but even then I
won’t acknowledge someone like your grandfather. 1
"So, Mr Shaw, don't come see me anymore. I will leave South City immediately."
"I know, I know you're leaving, but where are you planning to go? You have no money, and have nothing to your name. You're pregnant with a child as well, so where could you be going to?" Marcus asked desperately as he tried to stop Sabrina from leaving the room. 1
"How do you know so much?" Sabrina asked, suspicious.
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