The games had definitely started and Anya scored the first points. She gracefully pulled back the unaccepted hand and the smile on her face remained. Should have taken that offered hand, Auntie Dearest,
The woman was sadly mistaken if she thought bring up the issue of the two of them being bastards and having different fathers was going to rattle their cages. Hell, they had practically joked about the issue most of their lives. This woman was not going to push that button.
"My father is on the road to recovery," she said. "He was always one to bounce back from things rather quickly. It is amazing what medical science can do these days. Rest assured that I will mention it to him that you inquired about his health."
Okay so Dad wasn't quite conscious yet, but this woman didn't need to know that.
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