“It’s true. I’ve got a photo of my aunt on my phone,” Kenneth said, trying to sound serious but clearly excited. He ran his fingers through his hair, glancing at Anthony. “She and Lottie look...”
He stopped short when Anthony shot him a frosty look, then quickly changed his words. “I mean, she and Charlotte look exactly alike.”
Honestly, other than his aunt’s own daughter, he doubted anyone else on earth could be that pretty.
Anthony watched him, clearly skeptical. His dark eyes narrowed, and his lips pressed into a straight line. The chill in the air around him was enough to keep anyone at a distance.
“Does Lottie know about this?” Anthony asked, voice low.
Kenneth slumped back on the couch, his good looks twisted in frustration. The first time he met Lottie, he’d told her she looked like his sister or something... but she hadn’t exactly taken it well. He had tried to be her brother, but she’d acted like she wanted to be his dad instead.
Anthony guessed what had happened just by looking at Kenneth’s defeated face. A small, knowing smile touched his lips. No wonder Charlotte hadn’t been happy to see him from the start.
“If the Gates family wants to investigate, that’s fine,” Anthony said, his voice suddenly protective. “But don’t treat Charlotte like she’s clueless. She deserves to know what’s going on, and she gets to decide if she wants a DNA test. She has an exam tomorrow. After that, I’ll arrange for you two to meet again.”
“Alright,” Kenneth muttered, pouting a little. Anthony really did look out for Charlotte.
Anthony brushed off his shirt, then bent down and grabbed a box of chips and a bottle of fresh orange juice. He raised his brows. “If it turns out she’s your aunt’s daughter, what’s the Gates family going to do?”

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