Neglected Daughter 소설 & 이야기

"And this must be my little Nikita, an aspiring artist, right? All grown up and breaking hearts!" He said as he shook my hand, which he could have dislocated it from my shoulder if he put a little more force into his friendliness. I gave him a half-winced smile. "So how's the finding going?" Dad asked. "Oh, right!" The man scratched his white beard. "I almost forgot. Let's get inside so we can talk." He led us to the tent. Dr. Ivan went over to his desk which was equipped with three flat-screen panel computer monitors. Then he clicked open several photographs on the screens for us to see.

I am on smile while looking at her. We got into my car. I drove to mom's house. I just smiled while looking at my daughter. She is a young woman and in a few years she will end up in someone else's hands. It's like the speed of time. It's like when she was a baby. I didn't even lift her. I didn't even get to see her growing up. I feel like I didn't even fulfill my role as a father because of too much trust in everyone around me. I was too complacent so we lost her for 17 years. Too many years were wasted because of my negligence. I didn't realize that we were already outside mom's house. I opened the car door and got out. I opened the door when my daughter is in and helped her got down.

"I've taken multiple jobs, some of which I didn't even like, but I had no choice. I had to provide for my daughter. I worked so hard to give her what I never had: a happy home." Her eyes began to well up with tears as she spoke about her daughter. "But now, I realize that I've been neglecting her. I wasn't home when...when the attack happened. And if something had happened to her..." Rose's voice trailed off, and she covered her mouth with her hand, as if to stifle a sob.

I begged, tears streaming down my face, "Mom, please listen to me! It's not like that; why won't you just hear me out—" Before I could finish, a series of slaps left me dazed, stars dancing in my vision. As she paused to catch her breath, her voice cut through the air, cold and sharp. "How did I end up with such a shameless daughter? You're the third wheel, and you're accusing her of being the other woman! Get out of my face! I don't have a daughter as pathetic as you!"

Over the past while, Michelle had finally noticed this about her daughter—Yvonne was especially prone to getting trapped in her own thoughts. It was only then that Michelle realized how much attention she had failed to give her. If she had noticed sooner, perhaps her daughter would not have suffered so much. At times, Yvonne’s extreme reactions were a result of her parents’ neglect. Michelle understood this all too well now. She regretted deeply that she had not paid closer attention to her daughter’s physical and emotional well-being earlier. Instead, she had allowed Yvonne to endure all this pain, to remain trapped in that mental loop with no way out.

Now she gonna tell me that I'm gonna be responsible for the kid because it was my fault. I got nothing against Natalia cause she a good kid, she is very nice and we know each other very well. Her mom died in labour and her deadbeat dad ran off long time before she even born. I showered quickly and pulled my clothes on. A blue tight jeans, white air force ones and a white T-shirt. I put on my diamond chain 'Malaya' around my neck. I walked to my daughter's room to see her knocked out with her tablet playing some lullaby songs. I chuckled making a loud bang on the door. She jerked away with wide eyes then whined when she saw me.

Gavin looked at his once beautiful daughter, now resembling a madwoman. His heart ached as if it were being torn apart. Where had his confident and proud daughter gone? He had been too busy dealing with company matters lately. He had neglected his daughter. "Joey, you're sick. How about Dad takes you to the hospital to see a doctor, okay?" Gavin was filled with regret. He was finally paying the price for his ambition. His son was in prison, and his daughter had developed mental issues.

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

A message from Marco, sent with the precision of a business memo: "I have withdrawn our engagement announcement. The official reason cited is irreconcilable differences. Effective immediately, we are no longer affiliated in any capacity. All shared assets are frozen pending review." Before I could process the words, another notification lit up. The family's encrypted channel—usually reserved for high-level security alerts. My father's statement: [My daughter Gemma has been disowned for attempted extortion and mental instability. She is severed from the Blackwell family effective now. Her actions from this moment forward are her own, and she is barred from all family properties and communicat

Mallory blinked back tears as she stared at the woman. "But you ignored my warnings, and went ahead to sell off your daughter to my son who never even loved her. You thought Arlan would be there for you guys forever. Well, Arlan is down with a partial stroke now, and Davey already has full management of the company. Your daughter is of no use to us anymore. "He's back with the high-class runway model, the woman he truly loves. You should advise your daughter so she can get the hell moving." Leah replied smoothly, and let her gaze drop on the cup of coffee on the side table.