Chapter 47 Devils

"I'm furious." Georgia's face turned pale, her long hair disheveled. Her carefully done makeup was now more than a little disheveled. Polly looked at her daughter's enraged state, comforting her. "Georgia, don't be hasty." "How can I not be hasty! Mom, do you know how much those kids resemble Travis? Do you know how annoying they are?" Georgia leaned back on the sofa, just thinking about being trapped in a sack by them made her tremble with anger. Holding the newspaper from earlier, Polly was aware of the suspicion surrounding those kids. "Georgia, if those kids belong to Travis, he will definitely acknowledge them. The fact that Travis is doing nothing indicates that they have nothing to do with him." Polly analyzed. Georgia calmed down, her gaze somewhat uncertain, "Mom, are you sure?" "Absolutely. Travis wouldn't let his own kids become illegitimate kids." In order to secure her daughter's marriage to Travis, Polly had gained considerable insight into him over the years.