Novel & Cerita Diggy Simmons Daughter

His face had already turned red with sweat dripping from them. He looked like he was going to combust and collapse any time soon. After a few pushes from Sabrina, there was a noise of a crying pup filling the air. Sabrina almost chuckled when Simon's face was switched to an excited one. She couldn't believe that Simon almost lost himself just standing here, she held her baby that was cleaned and wrapped in a neat small blanket. Simon cooed next to her before pecking her forehead as he stared at his daughter. "I can't believe that you just gave birth to such a beautiful child cupcake." He said unbelievably. "Her smiles are just like yours, perfect," Simon said.

I'm walking to the office following the secretary. "Mrs., I don't know who you are. All I can say is I am sorry for what my daughter has done to you. I do not know if she has slept with your husband or if she has done something even worse. I know she's going around town asking everybody to forgive her, and I ask you to forgive me for having a daughter like her," Simon says.

he confessed. “I’m here for you Hugh. We can slow down at any point,” Simiyan told him. “We’ll slow down once I know that my daughter and her people have been saved,” he replied. “Then you should know that our daughter doesn’t expect to sit back and do nothing. She wants in on the action,” my father told him. “And let me guess, there was no talking her out of it?” my dad asked knowingly. “Unfortunately she’s inherited her mother’s stubbornness,” my father replied, making Clayton cough. Simiyan and I laughed at the glare he received from both men.

Even more surprising was that Simone almost simultaneously accepted an interview and publicly acknowledged her identity as the eldest daughter of the Bloom family. When the reporter asked if she had any thoughts on becoming the heir of Bloom Conglomerate, Simone just smiled and didn't answer. However, her smile gave people room for endless speculation.

She almost fell to the ground and paralyze herself at that point. Harvey sighed, then looked at Simon. “Take care of Mandy, Dad. I’ll deal with this.” Simon hesitated, then sighed. “Fine! I will. “Don’t come back anymore. “We don’t need your justification, nor are you capable to give us that. “You’re no match against Blaine, after all.” Simon sighed again. His daughter was almost killed; no father could stomach that. Still, there was no other way! His enemy was Blaine!

Asked Mr Phenyo. “Yes please. That would be great sir.” Susan arrived to the GOH, I hadn’t told Mr Phenyo the real true reason I wanted the doctor. I simply lied saying that I wanted Agent Simmons to conduct a thorough analysis on my fathers bones. He fell for it. Yay! “I heard that Mr Debeer’s daughter wanted my help.” said Dr Simmons. “Yes, I actually need a favor, I have a patient I need you to take care of. We want her to be kept alive at all times.”

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"

Lady Phoenix hit Simon hard, fueling all her anger at him until Donovan came to the rescue and Simon cowered on the floor as his cries filled the room. “Go to your room now and lock yourself up. Do not come outside until I say so,” she ordered him. “I can’t believe you are my son. You are nothing like me or your father.” Simon looked up at his mother with tears in his eyes and he looked at his uncle, Donovan, then at Simone and Sage who was unconscious of what was going on. He raised himself up from the ground and moved his eyes to the door, his feet moving slowly towards it until he exited the room.

He whispered in disbelief, "This can't be... You're not my Lily. Give her back to me." With a laugh, I pulled out a string of bells I had pocketed on my way out. "Your Lily's gone, Simon. She's dead and gone." I gave the bells a shake, and they chimed sharply. Simon crumpled to the ground, his eyes searching wildly until they landed on Nicole's picture. He clung to it like a lifeline. "Nicole! Our daughter—" I cut him off sharply, "My daughter. My daughter, Nicole Scott, has nothing to do with you."

For a moment a blurry image flashed through his memory. The silhouette of a little girl standing in front of a moss-covered grave. Simon frowned, raised his hand to his head, and collapsed. It was this pain again, every time I was with her. "This is Simon, your husband. My daughter's happy day couldn't come, so I brought him here today to debut. Look at him, isn't he very handsome? "