"Sawyer, why haven't you slept yet?" Mrs. White stood up in panic, and wanted to step forward, but suddenly stopped when she thought of something.
Sawyer White saw her move, and a hurt expression appeared on his face: "Mom, no, I don't have the right to call you that anymore, am I really not your daughter?"
Mr. White frowned slightly.
After all, it was the daughter he had raised for ten years, how could he not know about Sawyer White?
Although this daughter is usually a little clever, but she was only twelve years old at the time, and she would never be able to use those tricks to deceive their husband and wife.
There must be some misunderstanding.
"Sawyer, don't worry, the White family will not give up on you." the senior Mr. White said gently.
Sawyer White shook his head, as if in great distress: "Dad, if she is your daughter, then what am I?"