Yet, at this moment, Lilah found herself at a loss for words.

She glanced at Miranda, who was also silent, her head bowed.

"I'll step out for a bit, " Gerard said tactfully, leaving the room to the three women.

After a brief pause, it was Lilah who first broke the silence.

"Ms. Joselyn, don't you have anything you'd like to say to us?"

Joselyn's expression was complex as she looked at Lilah, then shifted her gaze to Miranda.

These two young, beautiful women—had they appeared before Lillie, she would have been ecstatic to call them her daughters.

But now, she was Lillie's mother, and that was her only role.

"You... you really are... " Joselyn's voice was hoarse, unable to continue.

The truth was evident—they were mother and daughter.

"Ms. Joselyn, if you don't wish to acknowledge us, we won't force you. However, there's one thing we hope’ you understand: everyone grows up, including Lillie," Lilah said sincerely.

Joselyn knew this all too well.

"Lillie is still young, and she doesn't always see things clearly. I'll make sure to guide her properly in the future."

Miranda added, "Mr. Harris is my sister's boyfriend, and their love runs deep. No one can come between them. So, Aunt Joselyn, please advise Lillie not to pursue futile actions. Her body is her own, and if she doesn't cherish it, who else will?"

Joselyn's face darkened.

Her thoughts were in turmoil; in all her years, she had never felt so conflicted.

She walked to Lillie's hospital room, feeling as if her soul had been drained.

Lillie was waiting for her.

"Mom, where's Mr. Harris? Why hasn't he come?"

Seeing the anticipation in Lillie's eyes, Joselyn was at a loss for words.

Lillie seemed to sense something, her brow furrowing. "Mom, where's Mr. Harris?"

She truly liked Gerard, it was love at first sight.

She had never seen such a handsome and charming man, and although he was seven or eight years older, it didn't matter.

She liked him, and that was enough.