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Eva practically screamed at her daughter and it caused people around to stare back at them. “Tune your voice down mom. We are so much in love is what this is about. And I am ready to walk down the aisle with him. Listen mom, I don’t want anything lousy but just a few family around that’s all. Please mom, all I want is your blessing to live happily with Christopher Crawford.” Eva looked straight into her daughter’s eyes. “You have got these all planned out right?” She sounded disappointed. Eva had been disheartened when her only child has initially gotten pregnant out of wedlock. But knowing the kind of daughter she had, she had no choice but to stand by her and trust her.

"We all make mistakes, and that’s okay. What matters is that you have a heart full of love, and that’s something truly special. You are perfect to me, just as you are. You are my daughter, and I am so proud of you." Tears pricked at the corners of Anna’s eyes, but they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of relief, of gratitude, of love. She had spent so much of her life feeling unwanted, unloved, and now, here was this man—this father—telling her that she was perfect just as she was. It was almost too much to take in, but in the best way possible. "I’m proud to be your daughter," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion as she squeezed his hand.

Hilarious. Andrew got us a ride while I got ready. I didn’t have to do anything for my daughter, she had already gotten herself dressed, made herself a simple but nutritious breakfast, and had everything she needed for school in her backpack . It was a little sad how self-sufficient she was but at least one of us had our acts together. It was kind of inspiring, my eight-year-old was my role model… haha. During the car ride there I felt horrible and Aaliyah didn’t help by asking, “Are you my Mommy’s new boyfriend??”

Haven shouted, reaching for my phone, but I pulled it away from her. “Don't touch my phone, Mrs. Evans. They aren’t yours. They are your husband’s pictures, and his profile is public, so I can look at them if I wish to,” I said, scrolling to the next one. Max was lying on the couch with Siri sleeping on his chest. That should have been me. How much of my daughter’s life had I missed? I didn't know a lot about milestones for babies, but I knew that I had missed her growing from a baby to a kid and everything that came with it.

I replied. “She has no public romantic ties,” he began. “No husband. No registered partner. No engagement.” That should have eased something in me. It did not. “But,” he continued, “she has been making frequent visits to a private hospital.” My grip tightened around the phone instantly. “For what?” I asked. “For her daughter.” The word did not land gently. It struck. A daughter. My mind did not soften. It sharpened. “How old?” I asked immediately. “Six years old. Name is Jasmine.”

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

_______Evans___________ “Dad will be discharged today” “Yeah, I know”said Natasha my sister “Did you find him a caretaker like the doctor said” “Yes, we did” “Where is she? She is supposed to be here” “She on her way with mom and Madison” “Wait, Madison is back?” “Yes” “When?” “Yesterday” “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” “She wanted to surprise you” Just then, there was a knock on the door

It won't be funny if I'm all over the media tomorrow with the 'cutest' headline ever. *The legitimate daughter of Chairman Grey who'd recently just returned to Birmingham City, spotted late at night, having a crazy sunshades shopping spree at VERNICE BRADLEY'S. See what the opinion of the netizens are, in this matter.* Doesn't sound normal right? I know. Where did I change? This one might surprise you.

Now that she was sitting here, all she felt was a sense of torment and irony. Amelia stayed silent, and Christopher showed no intention of forcing them to stay. He unlocked the car door without a word. Amelia held Evelyn's hand and stepped out, but Christopher suddenly spoke calmly from behind them. "Evie's last name is Zephyr. She will always be a daughter of the Zephyr family." Evelyn tightened her grip on Amelia's hand. Her father's presence was intimidating, suffocating even. At that moment, she should have been happy. At least Christopher acknowledged that she was his daughter.

Dick was in the single seat, watching as things escalated. “How could you do this, Chris? I told you to stay away from Rayland but you did not listen and now Samantha is gone! How are we supposed to show our faces? Don’t you have any shame for the affair you had and now you expect me to accept him and his child?!” Miranda yelled, as her face turned red. Chris’s frown deepened. “Mom, I’m going to say this for the last time. Parisa is my daughter, whether you like it, and Rayland is my partner.”