Novel & Cerita William Afton's Daughter

His real daughter died a long time ago, but his real daughter has a child, Anastasia. When we left William's mansion, you were in London for a meeting, so you didn't know about this. When Mr. William brought Anastasia home, she was pregnant and had three children, two boys and a girl. Mr. William and Mrs. William went to America for Anastasia. Even though Mr. William loves your mother, he will never make you the heir to his wealth, he will make Anastasia his heir, and to prevent this from happening, we are going to America.

"No, I didn't. I seriously doubt that you lured underage girls. There must be another motive." William continued, "My daughter had just come of age, and you were so eager to have her donate her kidney to cover up your evil intentions. You pretended to marry her to silence everyone. But the person you truly loved was Victoria. You gave her the kidney, you gave her the money, and that's why you forced my daughter to have an abortion." "I didn't... she secretly had an abortion herself." William sneered at him, "It is a fact that she had an abortion. As for the reason, it's not up to you to decide, only my daughter's words count."

Now I know the reason why until now he was not here. After scanning all the pictures I saw, I hid them in a secured place where I would be the only person who could have access to them. In case there would be problems, at least, I got some proofs, then I went out of the room and proceeded to my daughter's. When she saw me, she immediately ran to me and hugged me. I told the maids to leave us alone for a while. They did what I told them, and I spent the rest of the time being with my daughter. She was only person who could remind me about William's affection to me. I felt pity for her. She had no idea that her father was already betraying her mother. I stared at her while playing and wiped my

Naturally, Ashton reprimanded her for selling her own daughter off to an animal. Ashton wasn't going to hand over his child to that beast. He needed to find out a way. Two more months flew by in stress and tears bringing the day their daughter was born on. Both of them cried their heart out that day. They cried over the misfortune of their daughter. But crying was not going to get them anything.

They met the Johnson there already and the ward was full of family and friends sending condolences. A WEEK LATER, It's been a week since the tragedy at the Willington, Alicia hasn't left her daughter's side since the very first day, she eats, bath and sleeps at the hospital as she prays her daughter will open her eyes someday while Cindy and Joshua come to visit. since William visited the first day, she hasn't seen him. She doesn't know if he will come see Arrya while she's out in the garden but she hasn't seen him. She tried to forget about that night which she succeeded but since Wiliam came to her face she couldn't and she hated it.

Samantha doesn't understand! "Aaron, what are you talking about?" She asked "You are not Samantha William?" He asked "Aren't you the daughter of the William family?" He questioned her while pointing his finger. "Yes, I’m but." "Take your daughter and get out of here; otherwise, I’ll kill her." Aaron said this while glaring angrily at Samantha. Samantha looks at him back with a mixture of feelings. "You don't need to tell me because I’ll not let my daughter live with a murderer like you." While saying this, Vicente grabs Samantha's hand.

Julianne threatened; Atonnia kept quiet at the mention of cake and stayed still in her arms. "Who is she?" Arthur asked still staring at her. "Who is who?" Julianne feigned ignorance at what he meant. "Don't play ignorance here Julianne, you know who I meant." Arthur hissed angrily and then, like on remote, puffed out a breath, calming himself. "The little girl, who is she?" He asked. "Ohh, Atonnia," Julianne let out a deep chuckle. "She is the daughter of my neighbor, she is gone to the market to get stuff, so I'm babysitting her till her arrival." Julianne lied effortlessly.

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

I put my six-year-old daughter in my mother-in-law’s hands as I was busy with an overseas project. Every month, I would send her 20,000 dollars in allowance, not including holiday cash gifts. My mother-in-law would always talk about how well my daughter ate and slept during every video call. In the video, a feast was always laid before my daughter. So when her teacher claimed that she had fainted out of hunger during class, my first thought was that she must have called the wrong number. I rushed back home and headed straight to the hospital. The doctor said that my daughter was suffering from long-term malnutrition and her weight was far below the average. She also had severe post-trau