Chapter 840 A New Godfather
- A sense of familiarity budded in her heart as Genevieve stared at the girl in the photo.
- I feel like I've seen her before, but I might be wrong. They lost the girl when she was five or six. There's no way I know her.
- Not wanting the sickly old man to dwell on the sadness, Genevieve took the photo away. “Old Mr. Zeigler, what about I read you the novel—Her Tearoom—by Francis of Frosa?”