LOGIN“This woman,” Daisy unconsciously blurted out. Isabella’s curious gaze snapped her back to the moment. Realizing her slip up, she quickly forced a smile and gently placed a hand on Isabella’s shoulder. “Isabella, please go home. I’ll get back to you,” she reassured. “I’m thinking we should carry out a DNA test on the baby and….” “Isabella,” Daisy cut her off gently. “Even if we decide to carry out a DNA test and it proves that the baby is yours, we still need to find out who the culprit is and why the baby was stolen.” Isabella reluctantly nodded, grabbing her bag. “Please, don't let my husband or his brother know about this,” she pleaded. “I’m keeping it as our secret,” Daisy replied with a reassuring smile. “Don't forget to contact me,” Isabella whispered, wiping away her tears as she turned to leave. After Isabella left Daisy’s office, Daisy’s mind kept reeling with thoughts of her mother being the culprit. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. When she cou
Isabella couldn't tear her gaze away from Maya as Aima carried her away. A part of her felt an unexplainable bond with the baby. She wished she could carry her, but felt Aima wouldn't want to give the baby to a stranger. “Mrs. Isabella Mason,” Daisy called out, flashing a sweet smile at Isabella as she walked into her office. She seemed to notice Isabella’s mood was a bit off. “Is anything the matter?”“I just met a baby outside, and she looks so much like me,” Isabella said, her face twisted in confusion. Daisy let out a soft chuckle. “I also noticed the resemblance. I think it's normal to have someone who looks like you.”“It's not normal,” Isabella snapped, her breath coming in short gasps. Daisy’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Please, come take a seat, let's talk,” she took Isabella to the sitting room area of her office to settle down. “Daisy, I’m here because my baby was stolen after giving birth,” Isabella started, heightening Daisy's confusion. “What do you mean? Didn
Isabella woke up with the determination to visit Daisy at her office. She was expecting Jack to have left for work, but to her surprise, she was greeted by red and white balloons all over the room. Beside her on the bed was a small, lovely cake with the inscription– ‘Happy Valentine's Day, My love.’ Her heart swelled with joy, seeing how thoughtful Jack was. She had thought he would forget it was Valentine's Day. But her joy disappeared when she spotted Jack's briefcase, indicating he hadn't left for work. “It's past 9 am,” she whispered to herself. She hurriedly slipped on her flip-flops and rushed out of the room to find him. Isabella’s heart skipped a beat as she found Jack lounging on the second floor, watching his favorite morning show with his legs crossed. ‘Is he not going to work?’ Her heart raced at the question, fearing there was no way she would leave for Daisy's office if Jack didn't go out. “Hey darling,” Jack exclaimed as he sighted her, rising to his feet. He pulle
At the Winthrops’ house. Mrs. Winthrop laid in the bed, her body shaking as she hid under the duvet. Mr. Winthrop sat beside her, little Maya on his laps, his face clouding over with concern as he watched his sick wife. “Don't you think we should go to the hospital?” Mr. Winthrop said, gently massaging his wife’s forehead. “I’ll be fine,” she whispered. “But you're running temperature,” his hand pressed against her forehead to gauge her heat.“It’s probably due to stress. Has Maya eaten?” Mrs. Winthrop replied, her voice weak.“Aima fed her already…..” Mr. Winthrop’s words paused as his wife jerked up from the bed, clutching her stomach and ran into the bathroom to vomit. “Ohhhh….” she groaned, bending over as she retched. “We're going to the hospital now,” Mr. Winthrop said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. He helped his wife rinse her mouth and grabbed his car keys. They left the room together, handing Maya to her nanny, Aima, before leaving for the hospital. At
“Hello Daisy,” Isabella greeted with smiles, extending her hand. “Nice meeting you, Mrs Isabella Mason,” Daisy replied, returning her smiles. “It's my pleasure,” Isabella replied, her gaze fixed intently on Daisy. She seemed to resemble someone she had met before but she couldn't place it. “Have we met before?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “I don't think so,” Daisy replied softly. Isabella couldn't stop staring at Daisy as she struggled to remember if they'd met before. She had to leave after a maid came to inform her that Jill wanted to see her. “Brother-in-law,” she greeted Jill warmly as she took her seat beside him. Jill cleared his throat and leaned closer to her. “That girl, is she your friend,” he asked, his cheeks flushing as he pointed at Daisy. Isabella’s eyes widened, laughing at Jill's flushed cheeks.“But I was just asking,” Jill replied, feigning annoyance, which only made Isabella laugh harder. “She's a friend’s friend,” she replied, still chuckling. “How can
The Mason's Mansion bustled with loud music as Jade’s birthday celebration unfolded. The aroma of different delicacies filled the air, and esteemed people from the upper class of the society were in attendance. Reporters could be seen at every corner, capturing the moment. It was really an extravagant birthday party for a 20 year celebration. As Jade climbed up the stage, her flowing blue gown shone beautifully, Benjamin leaned in to whisper to Isabella. “That's your sister-in-law, the celebrant?” Isabella smiled softly. “Yes, haven't you seen her pictures on my page?” she replied as she adjusted baby Max's head on her chest. “The make-up makes her look totally different,” Benjamin replied with a chuckle. Isabella had invited Benjamin over to the party so they could meet and talk after a long time, since she gave birth. Max had been a handful for her and hadn't given her the chance to visit him, and Benjamin on the other hand, had hesitated to visit her. As Jade took the micropho







