Chapter 3!
I smiled at her. “You’re the lucky one. You have so many sons.”
Her husband’s 7th bastard had just been acknowledged. It was a 10–year- old boy. Hearing my retort, that woman shut up angrily.
Worried they might see the resemblance, I kept my daughter behind me when the Kaufmans were around. As soon as the wedding was over, I’d leave with my daughter.
However, my watch wasn’t close enough.
When I wasn’t paying attention, she ran to Lana, looked up at her, and said, “Lady, you can’t keep staring at my mommy.”
Chapter 32
Lana was surprised. She looked at my daughter in disbelief and caressed. her face with trembling hands.
“Tell me. How old are you?”
My daughter gestured with her fingers and told Lana as I had told her. “Four.”
Instantly, Lana’s eyes dimmed. She mumbled, “You look so much like.
me.”
The girl in front of her looked exactly like her when she was little.
My heart was pounding. Lana’s expression told me something was wrong. Afraid that she might find out, I hurried to my daughter to take her away.
A five or six–year–old boy suddenly called out, “Liar! Didn’t you say you were five years old just now?”
My daughter looked up at me, her face flushed with embarrassment. “Mom, I forgot.”
I closed my eyes. I had to face reality.
The good thing was that Antonio had a son, and his parents had a grandson. None of them could take my daughter away from me.
They asked Vivian who my daughter was. When she looked at me, I nodded.
After the wedding, my daughter and I went to the Kaufmans‘ old residence with Antonio’s parents. In the car, Lana held my daughter all
the time. She adored the girl.
Even Antonio’s dad smiled, which was a rare sight.
Antonio was the last one to enter the house. He was ecstatic. His gaze followed my daughter all the time. When the houseworker took my daughter outside for fun. I finally spoke.
“She’s my daughter. I won’t let you keep her.”
Sensing that I was determined, Lana displayed her tough side.
“She’s our granddaughter. You can’t take her with you. How much do want? Just tell me.”
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The conversation was going nowhere. I grabbed my purse to leave.
Antonio stopped me at the door.
“You’ve done a great job raising our daughter. My mom doesn’t have the final say.”
I could feel how excited he was. And he was several times tenderer than before. Despite everything, his words mollified me a lot.
“You have a son, and you two have a grandson. Why do you have to take my daughter away from me?”
The expressions of Antonio and his parents changed instantly.
Antonio looked nonchalant as if I was talking about something that didn’t concern him. And his parents displayed a look of disgust.
Was this really happening? That boy was their precious grandson!
