Chapter 57

Layla’s POV

“Huh? Whose daughter are you talking about?” I couldn’t help but wonder what this old man was blabbering about now.

“The lady who just served us, who is she?” It seemed his curiosity was piqued as he leaned in to listen.

“Oh, that’s Astria. We hired her to work here and she’s also a friend.” I answered

“No, no, no, that can’t be. She’s the spitting image of Lilian. It can’t be—” Father interrupted, his confusion growing.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to make sense of his words.

“That girl looks exactly like President Dalen’s deceased lover. I even thought it was her,” he explained, a tinge of disbelief in his voice.

“When did this woman pass away, and how old was her child?” I questioned, needing more information.

“The child was five years old at the time, and her last message to Dalen was to cut off all contact. Do you know where Astria is from?” he inquired.

“Her mother died when she