Hide Your Identities Or Inherit Millions

Chapter 8: I'm A Mom Now!

Sophia was placing cornbread on the table when she looked up to see Elizabeth slowly descending the stairs.

Dressed in a simple short-sleeved shirt and jeans, Elizabeth looked neat and polished. Her skin was exceptionally fair, and her calm, beautiful eyes seemed a bit tired, their curled lashes drooping slightly.

Sophia's eyes softened, "Who is this beautiful darling? She's so pretty."

Elizabeth slowly lifted her head, her deep dark eyes shimmering lightly.

Sir Wilson looked at Elizabeth approvingly, "As expected of my daughter, she looks just like me."

"I actually think she resembles Mom more," Jack said with a corner of his mouth upturned in a smile.

Regardless of what one might say about Elizabeth's character, there was no denying that she was good-looking, and people naturally gravitate toward beautiful things.

The atmosphere was as harmonious as if the earlier disputes had never happened.

Linda clenched her fingers and set her gaze on Elizabeth's delicate face. She looked for several seconds before averting her eyes.

Elizabeth spoke seriously, "According to genetics, I inherit half of my genes from each parent, so there's no question of more or less from either. However, the number of genes carried by Y and X chromosomes is not the same, so..."

Who am I? Where am I?

Although it was a simple and joyful morning, Sophia suddenly felt as if she was attending a research conference.

After Elizabeth finished explaining, she looked at them expectantly, "Do you understand?"

Everybody was stunned and didn't know what to say.

What?

What did she say?

Understand what?

Sophia rubbed her temple with a headache, mustering the courage to say, "I get it, my daughter is just smart."

Linda rolled her eyes internally. She wondered how long Elizabeth had spent memorizing this knowledge just to show off.

"If you're interested in this knowledge, I can share my organized notes with you another day," offered Elizabeth.

Elizabeth felt relieved; her first active attempt to build a closer relationship seemed to succeed. The Wilson family was clearly passionate about learning.

Sophia let out a subtle twitch of her lips.

Somebody, save me!

"Let's eat first; the food will get cold," interrupted Sir. Wilson.

"Yeah, yeah, let's eat," Sophia pulled out a chair for Elizabeth and heaved a sigh of relief internally.

Only her husband understood the struggles of not being academically inclined!

Jack felt somewhat relieved. Seeing Elizabeth's openness to learning, he was convinced there was hope yet. A plan started to form in his mind.

After dinner, Elizabeth went upstairs and returned carrying a few items.

First, she approached Sophia and handed her a bottle of green skin cream contained in transparent glass. She spoke softly, "Mom, this is skin cream. Apply it before bedtime; it will improve your skin's glow and reduce wrinkles."

Sophia was so shocked by Elizabeth's latter words that she took a moment to realize that Elizabeth had called her 'Mom'.

I'm a mom now!

"Is it not to your liking?" Elizabeth asked, seeing Sophia's hesitation.

Sophia, who was nearly fifty but didn't look it, considered the tiny wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. After much thought, Elizabeth decided to gift her the skin cream.

"I love it," said Sophia, repressing her emotional surge.

What is this greenish thing? Looks like a random concoction without any quality check?

Seeing Elizabeth's big, blinking eyes, she forced a smile, "Wow, this color is definitely a sign of natural ingredients... natural what, forget it, it's probably better than the expensive skincare products on the market."

Elizabeth nodded, "Yeah, you can't buy this in stores. I only successfully made five bottles."

Sophia assumed Elizabeth had picked herbs from the mountain to make it and held the bottle carefully, "Thank you, my darling daughter. Mom is very happy."

Linda glanced at the skin cream. Although it hadn't been professionally sterilized, she held back from saying anything, seeing how happy Sophia was. Better not to turn herself into the villain again.