Realizing her overreaction, she quickly resumed her cheerful disposition and replied, “If she isn't my child, then where could I possibly have picked her up from?"

Beaming, Forrest told her, “Upon close look, I see a resemblance between you two."

The truth was, he didn't perceive any similarity.

But if he avoided saying that to the lady, his conversations with her would cease.

She responded with a joyful smile, "Indeed, a child should mirror her mother."

Cautiously, Forrest questioned, "She's probably around my age, isn't she? Is she turning twenty-seven this year?"

The lady was taken aback. Gazing at Forrest she queried, “Why this interest in my daughter? What's your intention?"

"I was merely guessing her age, I..."

"You're fond of my daughter, aren't you?"

Forrest had intended to express his desire to befriend her daughter.

However, he was cut off.

Conceding, he feigned shyness.

"Oh, so staying at my guesthouse was a strategic move? Are you trying to win my daughter over?" The woman seemed to connect the dots instantly.

Forrest chose not to refute it.

The woman scrutinized Forrest, acknowledging his good looks.

She was quite pleased with him.

Her daughter wasn't a young girl anymore.

Marriage was inevitable.

She wasn't one to deter suitors for her daughter.

After all, it wasn't the old times where marriages were parentally arranged.