Lahat ng Kabanata ng Become a mother in one night: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

In the author's original outline, there was no mention of Lizzy's birth mother. This woman didn't even warrant a name. It seemed the character was hastily introduced by the author without a preconceived name in mind. Given the context of the outline, Michelle deduced that her character should know who Lizzy's father was, yet the secondary male lead was unaware of Lizzy's existence. This discrepancy perplexed Michelle. The only explanation she could fathom was that she, within the story, intentionally kept Lizzy's existence a secret from him. Yet it puzzled her that she'd then so casually seek out the male protagonist later on. Michelle typically refrained from critiquing the drafts provided by her superiors. Everyone has their own vision. She wouldn't impose her ideas onto her boss's work, so she simply let the inconsistency slide. As she rummaged through the house, Michelle couldn't find any fever-reducing medicine suitable for Lizzy, let alone basic cold medicine. Her mood grew comp

With a gentle laugh, Eleanor said to her son, Alex, "The little one beside her is Lizzy Xia—she's your daughter." Alex immediately recalled the "friendly advice" the butler had offered him earlier. It seemed the old man truly did have his best interests at heart. On the outside, Alex appeared unaffected, a portrait of composure. But inside, he felt as if he were weathering a storm. He took a brief look at his "daughter." He thought, 'She doesn't resemble me in the slightest. If you're going to play such a trick on me, at least bring a child who looks a bit like me!' He was speechless and bewildered by the ongoing charade but knew he had to maintain his poise. Moving his gaze from the child's face to the woman beside her, he said in a deep voice, "It's been a long time." Facing him, Michelle took in the tall, handsome man before her—mature and composed. Yet she didn't recognize him, even though he was supposedly the father of her child. After a moment of stunned silence, Michelle ech

In truth, Alex had considered the possibility that Lizzy was his child. However, the odds seemed slim. For starters, she bore no resemblance to him. Moreover, Lizzy’s demeanor gave no hint of such a reality. Based on these factors alone, it was challenging for Alex to believe that Lizzy could be his daughter. In fact, at one point, he even suspected that Michelle and Lizzy were part of some elaborate scheme contrived by Eleanor to deceive him - a trick that she was entirely capable of executing. The previous night, Michelle had asked if he hoped Lizzy was his daughter. It wasn't so much that he hoped against it; rather, the thought had never seriously crossed his mind. The revelation that Lizzy was indeed his flesh and blood caught him entirely off guard. Outwardly, he remained composed, but inwardly, he was in utter turmoil. Over the years - no, decades, really - Eleanor’s propensity for mischief had only sharpened. But her teachings for the young Alex had always been virtuous. From

Alex thought he had been too naïve. He had assumed Eleanor was simply being helpful due to her ample free time when she offered to assist with Lizzy's preschool preparations. Little did he realize, Eleanor was merely passing the buck. Alex glanced at Lizzy and met her expectant gaze, suppressing a chuckle. Lizzy was indeed at the age where she should be attending preschool and mingling with peers of her age. He was aware that Michelle didn’t want to deal with Lizzy's school matters, which left an unsettling feeling in his heart. But considering that over the years, it was Michelle who took care of Lizzy alone, it seemed only fair that now it was his turn. Pushing away those unsettling feelings, he said, "If Michelle truly doesn’t have the time, I can handle Lizzy's preschool admission." Hearing this, Michelle expressed profound gratitude. "Thank you so much, Mr. Ye.” She wished that all matters concerning Lizzy could be left to Alex, wanting to distance herself entirely. Michelle slo

Michelle sent her draft to the other party around 3:30 in the afternoon. By the time she picked up Lizzy, it was not even 5 o'clock. Within the span of an hour, she had received over twenty messages from the other end. awerfadf: "Did you finish the draft so quickly? I'll check it now, hang on." awerfadf: "Finished reading. Good job, you're the one." awerfadf: "I'll send you the outline in a bit. Can you write 10,000 words for me daily?" awerfadf: "Sent you the outline. Check it." awerfadf: "Check the outline, dear." awerfadf: "????" awerfadf: "An hour has passed. Are you there, sis?" awerfadf: "If you're there, just reply!!" awerfadf: "If the price is too low, I can increase it!" awerfadf: "Please don’t run away on me!! I'm begging you!!" … Michelle scrolled through the flurry of messages, her eyes finally landing on the amount transferred to her account. Wow. Are all people in this world so lavish? Throwing money around so carelessly? Michelle's past rates weren't low.