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"What are you talking about..." Mom forced a smile. "I'm sick. How am I supposed to think about this right now..." "You could give Sophie twenty grand while you're sick. Why can't you give me six?" I didn't back down. "I'm your daughter too. Shouldn't we be treated the same?" Aunt Nora cleared her throat. "Marlene, you really gave Sophie twenty thousand?" "That was... that was..." Mom's face went pale. "It was for Sophie's future. I just gave it to her early—"

He shut up. Good. She stepped inside without waiting for permission. Caleb sputtered behind her. “This is my—Amara, you can’t just—” “I know, Caleb.” Her voice was ice. “I know everything.” His face drained. “W‑what are you talking about?” She turned slowly, eyes burning. “The baby you told me died,” she said, each word measured, lethal. “The child you said I lost.” She stepped closer. “My daughter.” Caleb’s breath hitched. “Amara—listen—”

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."

Dylan condemned. Henry pretended not to have heard him and continued towards the door. He got into his car and drove straight to the hospital. Faith was the first person to see Henry walk into the hospital. She walked up to him and began punching his chest and hitting him hard. "You are so irresponsible! What have you done to my daughter? What did you do to her?" She asked as she punched him continuously on the chest. "I didn't do anything to her. I left her in very good condition. I must have said something she didn't like." Hdbry defended.

“She no longer lives with us—“ “Does that mean that you no longer consider her to be your daughter?” This was the million dollar question, and I knew that it struck a nerve, because not only did Beta Luke clenched his hands into fists, but he took a step towards me that bordered on being threatening. I could not help but smirk, feeling rather amused by what was going on. I might have been wrong to judge him as fast as I had. He might have been able to defend his honour after all. “Now, now, now. There’s no need to get upset.”

This gotta be the most trending news in all of UK and beyond at the moment. She was awestruck by the lady's aura, beauty and charisma as she talked, but she wasn't the only one who felt that way. "My name is Scarlett Heidi Grey and I am the Legitimate daughter of Late Paige Grey and Chairman Grey." Even though they were watching from the TV, they both could feel her compelling aura and there was no denying the fact this mystery lady, meant business. As much as they were awestruck by her, what they and every other individual watching this live broadcast couldn't understand was the way she introduced herself.

After my husband, Leo Barton, sent me back to my hometown for a month, he used this window to remove my daughter’s kidney to save his childhood sweetheart, Rosette Smith. While his childhood sweetheart was rescued, my daughter caught a severe case of acute kidney failure due to an infection. When I rushed to the hospital to see my daughter, she strained a smile and whimpered, “Mom… I saved Aunt Rosette. Does that mean… does that mean that Dad won’t leave us?”

Kris’s body went rigid at Henry’s words, his jaw tightening as his hands curled into fists at his sides. His voice, low and icy, sliced through the tense air. “What did you just say?” Henry’s smirk widened, his tone smug. “You heard me, Miller. I’m here to take my daughter with me.” The room fell silent except for the sound of Tessa’s soft breathing as she clung to Kris. Henry’s gaze shifted to the little girl hiding behind her father’s leg, and his tone took on a faux warmth.

"He just went through a heart transplant surgery not long ago. Are you trying to get him killed?" "Come on, he wasn't cooperating when Dad went to fetch him. Of course, I had to use some tricks. He'll probably make a scene when he wakes up." Henry's triumphant tone sounded disgusting to Celeste's ears. "That's your son, Henry York!" "And you're my daughter too, yet you ruined my plan! Just how did I end up with such an ungrateful daughter like you, Celeste York!" Henry finally couldn't hold back anymore. He bellowed.