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It’s actually one of the best gifts my dad has given me. I turned my MacBook off. I don’t intend on answering my cousin’s emails. He’s been sending me one every day. He’s been updating me about Daddy and the company even though I don’t really care about the company. If not for Daddy working nonstop for the company, I would not care about it entirely. But it’s important to my Dad.

It was a message from my dad. To: Re Fr: Dad Sorry kiddo, can't pick you up today. I got called in to work last minute. Maybe next time, I promise. P.S. Please tell mom not to eat my donuts!! I'll be home late. See you guys at home. Love, Dad :P

"You don't get to talk about him, Quentin. That baby was doomed from day one. Nobody wanted him. Why bring him here just to suffer?" I stepped forward, slow and silent, like something already gone. Blood slid down my legs, thick and warm, leaving smeared footprints behind—little bits of what used to be. I stopped inches from him. My voice? Empty. "Even his dad wouldn't claim him. So tell me—who was actually waiting for him?" Quentin's lips tightened, but his eyes gave him up. Full of fear. Shaky. Shattered. His mouth opened. Nothing came out. He had nothing.

"You should be supporting your daughter since she's found someone she loves! What kind of parent tries to talk their child out of dating? Have you lost your mind?" Dad only stared at him in silence. Then, he grabbed Uncle David's hand and led him into the study.

My eyes follow the fine downy hair on his chest, that run along a straight line, and disappears in his pants. “You bet!” My dad’s voice snaps me from my wild imagination. “Your baby…” He mimics a bow. “You can have her now.” I pause, frozen in thought. My eyes skit to Dominic and I see the dirty smirk on his lips… Is my dad aware that he just sold me for free to the devil himself?!

As long as you can put up with the torment of this chip for five years, Estelle will spare you. Dad's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "That damn girl! I'm her father, so how can she do this to me?" The doctor chuckled softly. "You don't even know, do you? Estelle has already legally severed ties with you through emancipation. To her, you're nothing more than an enemy now." … When Dad woke from anesthesia, aside from a slight stinging sensation in his throat, he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary. He let out a few disdainful laughs.

"I'm checking." I stood on stage looking at the two of them, and suddenly I was back at the wedding, watching Dad sit by the kitchen doors with the catering carts behind him and broth stains at his feet, barely daring to clap. Today, he was in the front row, and nobody asked him to move aside. Nobody told him he was in the way of the cameras. After the signing, James shook my hand. "Ms. Reed, looking forward to the partnership." When those words landed, Dad's eyes lit up. He straightened up a little in his seat, like he wanted everyone to know I was his daughter.

then I sat on the chair. dad: "here take soya milk and sandwich and egg omelet..." me: " wow...!! chicken sandwich... thank you dad... (I took one bite) hmm... dad you are really great... Better you become chef.. don't do that business..." he just laughed at my sentence... dad: "so what's plan today... " me: "nothing much dad... just meeting friends in cafe... and hang out with friends... that's it.... " dad: " so madam is not going to be in home... "

Cheng liyue, stroked her son's little head. With a smile on her lips, she said,. " Alright, didn't I tell you before? Back then, mommy didn't even know who your father was, so let's not search for daddy, okay?" " Mommy, I heard that it's popular now to have a Godfather. You wait, someday I'll find one to support you. " The little boy said with arms akimbo. After hearing this, cheng liyue burst out laughing. Looking at her little boy, she said. " No, mommy doesn't need you to find a Godfather!

I entered the lounge where the front desk was and dad was sitting there with a newspaper in his hand. I can never understand why he likes old media. I stood in front of him and he peered over his papers. He folded the paper neatly and tucked it underneath his arm. “Are you done with work? I can wait.” Dad stated. “I asked for a half day. I get it a lot because Azrael’s my author.” “Wonderful. Let’s go.” Dad grabbed his hat and put it on. He stood up and offered his arm. “Go where?” Dad smiled. “Go on a date with dear old daddy.”