Emily White reluctantly returned William with a smile.

 

William finished his cup of tea and got up and left.

 

The door was gently closed, and Emman and Emily White sat on the sofa.

 

They did not speak.

 

Emily White looked at the transparent small cup on the coffee table and the remaining scented tea in the transparent teapot in a daze, and asked anxiously, "Husband, what should we do? If Elisa knew that she was not our own daughter, how sad she would be."

 

"Elisa will be sad for a while, and it will be good after that." Emman sighed. "I am worried about another thing."

 

"What is it?"

 

"Who...