Semua Bab Mummy, please go back to Daddy.: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Nancy’s heart clenched as she watched her daughter, Kayla, cry for ice cream and beg to go to the amusement park. It wasn’t a big deal to her—she had already planned to take Kayla there, especially since she had made a promise to her daughter. However, what Nancy didn’t expect was that the CEO of her company was hosting a grand Children’s Day event at the very same amusement park.The moment they arrived, Kayla’s eyes widened in delight at the colorful decorations, the children running around with balloons, and the delicious treats displayed at different stands. She was overwhelmed with happiness, and her little hands clapped in excitement."Mommy! Mommy! Look! It's so beautiful!" Kayla squealed, tugging at Nancy’s dress.Nancy chuckled, running a hand through her daughter’s soft curls. "I told you you'd love it, sweetheart."Kayla was about to reply when suddenly, her small body stiffened. Her joyful expression faltered, and she instinc

Nancy was so surprised when she found out that I was playing a prank on her. Her brows furrowed, and she blinked rapidly, trying to process the unexpected revelation. “Wait, what?” she stammered, her voice laced with confusion. “You mean to tell me that—” She stopped mid-sentence, her lips parting in shock.Her hands instinctively went to her chest, feeling the rapid thumping of her heart. She couldn’t believe it. The door she had been requesting—the one she believed was meant to serve a different purpose—was not even real. The truth hit her like a cold splash of water, leaving her momentarily speechless.And then it dawned on her. She didn’t want the door. She wanted Mr. George.Nancy’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment as she realized her true feelings. She wanted Mr. George to walk through that door with her, not as strangers, not as mere acquaintances, but as husband and wife.Her lips trembled as she tried to mask her emotions. "This can't be happening," she muttered under her bre

Nancy felt her entire world crumble the moment the doctor spoke.“Your daughter is in critical condition.”The words echoed in her mind like a haunting whisper, sucking the air from her lungs. She felt her knees buckle beneath her, but before she could collapse, a firm grip caught her just in time. Mr. George’s hands were steady, anchoring her in place as she trembled uncontrollably.“She’ll be fine,” he assured her, his voice calm yet resolute. His dark eyes, filled with unspoken concern, locked onto hers. “You need to stay strong for her.”Nancy tried to nod, but her body refused to cooperate. Tears welled in her eyes, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sterile scent of the hospital, the beeping of machines, and the hushed murmurs of medical staff blurred together in an overwhelming haze.Then, the doctor turned to her. “Is she allergic to anything?”Nancy, despite her turmoil, immediately answered, “Yes—metal. Anything metal causes a severe allergic reaction.”The moment

Cynthia stood frozen, her heart pounding erratically against her ribs. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she stared at George, whose piercing glare held the weight of suspicion and anger. He had caught her off guard, and for the first time, she had no calculated response to give.George’s voice, deep and laced with fury, cut through the air like a blade. “Cynthia, I asked you a simple question. How the hell is my son not allergic to metal when it’s a genetic trait passed down for generations? Are you going to stand there like a mute, or will you explain?”Cynthia swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she clenched the fabric of her dress. She had worked so hard to keep her secret buried, yet here it was, unraveling before her eyes, thanks to George’s relentless right-hand man. Her gaze darted to the side, where the man stood with a smug expression, as if he had been waiting for this moment.She felt a wave of anger rise within her—anger

Nancy had always known Cynthia was persistent, but today was something else entirely. Sitting in the elegant café, she sipped her lukewarm coffee, barely paying attention to its taste. Cynthia sat across from her, radiating the confidence of someone who had already won a battle before it even began.“Nancy, don’t be so stubborn,” Cynthia urged, her painted lips curving into a persuasive smile. “I’m only looking out for you. Moving back to our hometown would be the best decision for both you and your daughter.”Nancy exhaled sharply, her fingers tightening around the coffee cup. “I told you, Cynthia. I’ll think about it.”Cynthia’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, mistaking Nancy’s neutral response for agreement. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” She leaned back, flicking her silky hair over her shoulder. “You’ll see, Nancy. Once you’re back home, everything will fall into place. You could even marry a wealthy man, become a CEO’s wife, and finally have the