Since She's Not Your Daughter Who Exactly Is She นิยาย & เรื่องราว

That was where the video ended. Regina sent another message. "Chloe, Charlotte is Charles' true love. You can't beat her, so you'd better leave him sooner rather than later." A bit later, she added in a prickly tone, "I'm not warning you because I'm nice. I just dislike Charlotte more than I dislike you." I couldn't help asking, "Who exactly is Charlotte?"

I suddenly feel so sick, my stomach rolls. “Don't do that to yourself baby girl. You are the rightful child of your father, and he would be proud of this part of you. You know that. None of this is your fault. Don’t make excuses for that monster. She took the gift I gave her and tried to break you. You are so strong my girl. But always remember, you are not her daughter. You are mine. She has no claim to you, and you never, ever diminish yourself for her, or anyone else, ok?” She asks me. I nod, with tears in my eyes. She isn't my mother. It still doesn’t seem real!

I clenched it tighter until I calm myself. Mr. Arkez straighten his back and lean forward to the table. “Wait, wait, hold on… What do you mean? I thought…” even without lifting my chin, I know their eyes are all on me. “I thought she’s the mate of Ryler?” “Oh, come on. Don’t be ridiculous. How could she be? She’s the daughter of that Killer, Edgar.” I feel like my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. My palms started sweating and my insides shaking.

she asked while flashing a smile on her face. "I am here because I want to see you," I answered. "Oh. So sweet. I miss you." She hugged and I also did the same thing. "Uhm, the reason is not just I want to see you." "What is the other reason?" "I just want to ask you about your relationship with you daughter." She stop for a while and answer. "I don't have any daughter. If I have, that is only Samantha, but she is already dead."

"Please, sweetheart, talk to me. Tell me what's going on?" "Nina... Nina's not my daughter. I'm not her biological mother."

I remind her. “That was a video call,” she retorts. “It is not the same as seeing you in person. Oh, man. How am I even going to live without seeing either you or Lisa or even my pretty Jhenelle every day?” She whines as she leans down and plucks my daughter off the floor, twirling her around and elicting delighted squeals from her. “You will survive,” I say as I walk into the mansion. “Your mumy is a mean person, do you know that princess?”

My heart stuttered, “What are you talking about?” She arched a brow like a teacher with a failing student, “Don’t insult my intelligence. She may have scrubbed her history, deleted her chats, covered her trails, but she’s my daughter. I know when something’s off. She had no friends. No family. And then, one day, she smiles at her phone like a teenager falling in love with the world again” No. No, she couldn’t have known--

“Quinn...” “I'm not their daughter,” she whispered, her voice hollow. “I never was.” I reached for her again but refused to let her pull away this time. I cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to look at me. “They don't define you,” I said fiercely. “You are not them. You never were.” Her lips parted, her eyes filled with tears yet to fall. “Then who am I?” I stroked her cheek with my thumb. “You are Quinn. You are strong. You are mine.”

Her feet were planted on the stone floor and her arms were crossed over her chest and her face was the face of someone who had decided on a story and was going to stick to it no matter what happened. "I do not know who you are," she said again, slower this time, like she was explaining something to a child who was having trouble understanding. "I have never met you before in my whole life. I have never seen your face or heard your voice or stood in the same room as you. I do not know why you keep calling me your daughter but you are clearly very confused and I think you should leave right now before things get really embarrassing for you." Malgron's eye twitched.