Equally shocked was Maisie.

Her palms turned ice-cold, and she was breaking out in cold sweat. She stared blankly at Whitney, her lips moving, but not a single sound was made.

She had many questions, but when the words reached her lips, she didn't know what to ask.

"Child..." Whitney's eyes welled up with tears. "You've suffered for so many years... It's all my fault. If only I hadn't been so ruthless back then, if I could've helped your mother sooner, Anya wouldn't have..."

"Aunt Whitney, please don't say that." Daniel stepped forward, gently patting Whitney's shoulder.

Everyone remained silent except for Wilfred, who emitted a low, mournful growl.

"How could... How could this be?!"

and fixed his eyes intensely on her. "Explain this! What's going

Whitney's shoulders and shook her,

Chris also stepped forward. Wilfred was no match

streamed uncontrollably as

want to know the truth... I beg you, tell me the

you shouldn't ask us about." Whitney's voice remained steady, her words clear. "You should ask your dear Mrs. Newhouse. How many secrets has she hidden from you in these 20-odd

someone barged into the

in, panting heavily, her hair slightly disheveled. She looked furious, glaring at

a statue, making no

Hamerton! Even if he isn't your biological son, he called you 'dad' for

at her. "Don't switch the topic! Have you ever thought about why

staring at her. "You switched someone's child, and

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