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A few days had passed and Thalia was finally returning to school after resting at home to get over the kidnapping incident. Luckily, no harm was done to her, apart from the scare they gave her by taking her away from her family. Claire found a way to sneak Thalia out of her house without her mother's knowledge knowing how she would react if she found out about Oliver knowing he was Thalia's father. She made Thalia promise to keep it a secret so that they could "surprise" Katherine later on with the news. Thalia thought it was cool so she agreed to keep it a secret. In her young mind, she thought it was fun to surprise her Grandma later. "Daddy, are you going to pick me up from school?" Thalia glanced at Oliver and asked him. They were seated in the backseat of the sleek black car as they took her to school. Oliver had been adamant about taking his daughter to school and providing security for her twenty-four-seven. Claire had no choice but to accept his offer since the kidnapp
Roxanne sent the picture she took to her husband and sent him a text. [Check this out, Babe. This child looks exactly like Claire.] A response came through immediately at the speed of light. Henry: [I didn’t know she had a child… how old is she?] Roxanne bit her lip. From what she could see, the child was between five to six years old. Her years were tallying with the years that Claire had disappeared. Could the child be…? Her heart raced at the thought that had crossed her mind. How good would it be if it were true? However, just assuming wasn’t enough. She needed to confirm her suspicions! Approaching the little girl who was playing with some toys on the ground, Roxanne crouched down on her haunches despite being in heels. She glanced at the child and smiled sweetly, saying, “Hi, my love. You’re so pretty. My name is Roxanne… what’s your name?” Thalia blinked as she looked at the woman before her. She didn’t look like she was a bad person and the aura she was oozing was
Henry Ford rushed over to the school when his wife called him and told him they were already grandparents. "Where is she? Where's our Granddaughter?" Henry asked excitedly, grabbing his wife's arms. Roxanne chuckled, loving his enthusiasm. She arched an eyebrow and remarked, "You seem excited. Did you want us to have another child?" Henry squinted his eyes. He wrapped his arm around her waist and stated, "No... I was done getting you pregnant. Those little rascals always stole your attention. I'm just happy about being a Grandfather. Can you imagine? I'm so proud of our son." "I know... our family is growing," Roxanne stated with a smile. It didn't take long for Thalia to be brought over to the principal's office where the two adults introduced themselves. "I'm your Grandma, sweetie. Your father's Mommy," Roxanne said with a smile as she looked at Thalia. "Really? You're my Grandma?" Thalia clarified and when Roxanne nodded, Thalia jumped into her arms. "Grandma! Daddy t
Oliver's eyebrows creased and a flare of anger rushed through him. So, the person knew Thalia was his daughter and they still went ahead to kidnap her? They must have been courting death. "Who is it?" He practically growled, his jaws clenching from anger. However, he didn't expect the name that left Dante's lips. "It's Jessica Hart. I heard she wanted to drive Claire and her daughter away from Brentwood City." Oliver's eyes flitted with flames of fury. "Is he willing to testify against her?" He asked through gritted teeth. "The bastard bit his tongue," Dante hissed, clearly frustrated. "He didn't want to confess until we almost tortured him to death. It seems he owed the Harts a lot, why else would he kill himself for them?" "Ok... I'll deal with it. Thanks for the help," Oliver replied and ran a hand through his hair, pulling at his locks roughly. He then grabbed his car keys and drove to the Hart mansion in a blind rage. How dare they mess with his family? Oliver already
Claire was in her office when Oliver walked in wearing a tailor-made navy suit. His sandy brown hair was styled into an elegant quiff with the top part longer than the sides and the back. He flashed Claire a smile, his hands in his pockets as he proposed, "I want to have lunch with you." Claire raised an eyebrow. Despite him looking like a god, she couldn't spend time alone with him. She shook her head and replied, "I'm afraid I'm going to decline, Mr Ford-" "Really? Are you still going to call me Mr Ford? Claire, we have a daughter... I don't like this distance between us," Oliver stated, his eyes boring into Claire. "It's just lunch and there's also something I want to talk to you about." "What is it that you want to talk about?" Claire asked. "You can say it here." "No... it's lunch time and I don't want to starve you. Let's talk as we eat," Oliver insisted. He then added, "It's about Thalia too. We need to discuss how we are going to do this, not so?" Claire sighed, know
“Add an Oreo-flavoured ice cream for my beautiful lady here,” Oliver said to the ice cream vendor at the amusement park after Thalia had placed her order. “Is she the mother of your adorable daughter?” The vendor asked as he prepared the orders, glancing fleetingly at Claire who stood behind Oliver and Thalia. Oliver smiled, his heart stirring at the mention of Claire being the mother of his child. He nodded proudly and replied, “Yes, she is.” The gender smiled and remarked, “You make such a lovely couple.” Claire’s eyes widened and her face flushed. She frantically waved her hand at the vendor and stammered, “N-no, w-we’re no-” “Thank you for the compliment,” Oliver cut in, stopping Claire’s refusal. “You’ve got a beautiful family, cherish it,” the vendor told Oliver who grinned from ear to ear. “I’ll cherish them with my life,” he responded. Claire’s face continued to burn as the two talked. She wanted to correct the man but she thought twice about it… she couldn’t. No
"Thalia!" A gasp left Claire's lips just as a deep flush crossed her face and spread to her neck. She could feel Oliver's eyes on her and she didn't dare look up at him, her heart pounding. "She isn't wrong, Ma'am. A picture of you and your husband sharing a kiss would look lovely in your home," the photographer urged. "Yes, yes! You can frame it and hang it on the wall! I've seen many families do that," Thalia remarked. "Daddy, what are you waiting for? Give Mommy a kiss and take a picture." Claire was about to argue when Oliver tightened his hold around her waist and declared, "Ok, I'll give Mommy a kiss." "No, you're not!" Claire snapped, glaring up at Oliver. "It's just an innocent kiss... Thalia is watching," Oliver pointed out in a low voice that only the two of them could hear. Claire glanced at Thalia and saw how her large doe eyes glinted in anticipation. She wound up biting back the refusal that was on the tip of her tongue. Sighing deeply, she silently agreed. "
The hours passed by in a pleasant blur and soon, the sun began to set, casting an ember glow to the sky. Looking at the time, Claire was about to suggest leaving when her phone interrupted her. Seeing that it was Roxanne Smith-Ford calling, she quickly picked up. "Yes, Auntie." "Claire, dear, can you come over to our mansion?" Roxanne requested. "I've made dinner and I want Thalia to see her other home. Is that ok with you?"Claire bit her lip. Warmth crept into her when Roxanne asked her if she was ok with it. Others would have just demanded to see the child without caring whether she was ok with it or not. She turned her head and glanced over at Thalia and Oliver who didn't seem ready to part with each other yet. Sighing internally, she agreed, "Sure. We will be there soon." When she cut the call, Claire walked over to the two and asked her daughter, "Do you want to go to Grandma Roxanne's home?" Thalia's eyes lit up and she nodded her head too many times, exclaiming, "Y