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Thomas sneered and sized up Lynsey. “You still think Michael is the son you knew? Now Michael doesn’t even want the family. How could he care about you? He doesn’t even care that the daughter is left at home. I heard Jordan’s biological mother, Helen, is still alive. Why not leave the child with her?”

How did I not notice the resemblance right away? "Fremantle is Kayden Michaelson's daughter." The sound of Liam's cutlery hitting the table made them turn abruptly. Hate coursed through my veins. You can't hide, Kayden Michaelson. You will pay for ruining my family. I looked over to his children and thought, you will surely pay.

Scott replied, and Michael got to his feet, approaching us. "Are you the daughter of the woman who poisoned my girlfriend?" he asked, and I swallowed hard before speaking. "She’s my aunt," I replied, and Michael fumed in anger. "How dare you show up here after what your aunt did to my girlfriend?!" he roared, trying to hit me, but Scott stopped him. "Don't even think about it," Scott snarled. "Aren’t you Jason’s younger brother? The illegitimate son of the Stiles family?" Michael mocked before continuing.

And as I hang up, I notice that there are a few messages from Michael, and this brings extreme discomfort to my chest. Michael and I have known each other since my childhood, as our parents are old friends. Despite the difference of nine years between us, we have always got along well, and maybe this is why I see him as family… almost an old brother. And this is why I fight so hard against my desire for Angelee… because she's the daughter of my best friend. It was a shock when I found out the girl with long black hair, sitting on the sidewalk outside the building on that cold winter day, was in fact Michael's daughter. I didn't know that he had a daughter — and apparently neither did he.

“You knew I’d come.” “I counted on it.” I stepped into the center of the room. “Where is she?” He tilted his head. “Your daughter? Safe. For now.” He tossed a photo at my feet. Regina. Holding Hope. The breath left my body. “You stay away from her,” I growled. He stepped forward. “I gave her life.” “You gave her trauma,” I snapped. Michael’s smile dropped. “You don’t get to judge me. You chose Nicholas’s father over me. You let him take everything.”

Anne wasn’t aware of who or what was coming into her room; she held onto Mike’s aunt, “What about my daughter? What about Amelia? Do you have any idea where she is? Any idea what’s going on in her life?” She nodded; her eyes slowly moved to Amelia standing beside Mike. She froze beside him. And Anne’s eyes followed her slowly and stopped at this couple. She looked at the lady. If that’s Michael, her daughter should be the same age as his wife. It was their goal for their children to get married or become best friends if they didn’t want to, but twenty years had passed, and she had been asleep. She turned back to Mrs. Afonso. “Where’s my daughter? How’s she? Can you please bring her here?”

Nothing else. "Enough, Lena. Today, I was just helping Janine. She’s newly divorced, and her daughter, Nina Carter, can’t quite accept it yet. The little girl… well, she doesn’t want the other kids to know she doesn’t have a dad." Before I could answer, Michael’s tone softened, as if he realized he had gone too far. "I promise, it won’t happen again." He gave me a small, practiced smile. "Now, bring me the shirt. We’ll talk when I get back."

Burning money, we didn't have. My mother began draping her hand over his wide-set shoulders, patting his back, trying to soothe down his temper. "Eaton, my dear. Rethink this, please? She is useful to us, she helps us with Evan." How, my own mother seemed so detached when speaking of her only daughter, did its best to sting. I was no more than a mistake now, in her eyes. Something that she did and unfortunately, now could never get rid of.

"How is Ms. Rita then?" "Mum is doing great," Diana answered. "But I haven't heard from her today, though. I've been busy a lot." "And," Sia added, "my goddaughter?" Diana paused, staring at Sia, who raised a brow awaiting her response. “Sonia is fine," Diana said. Sia looked at her. "She is Michael’s child, right?". Diana didn’t respond, causing Sia to drop her head, inhaling deeply. "I know you hate him, but that doesn’t change the fact that you bore him a child, Diana".

“Although doing so may involve her biological father, but both mother and daughter have been solely dependent on each other for a long time, there won’t be a problem." Sylvia looked at her son's anxious expression, she knew he had really fallen for this girl, and sighed heavily. Fate was cruel indeed! “Michael, listen to me. I know. I’ve been through all that information, I can tell she is not right for you.” “Mom, when have you become so obstinate? You don’t know her yet. Why would you say that she’s not a nice girl?" Michael was growing annoyed. No one in the hospital knew his mother was the director of the hospital, and the two of them have always hidden their familial relations because t