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?!"

his eyes intensely on her. "Explain this!

grasped Whitney's shoulders and shook her, becoming hysterical. "Tell me what's going

stepped forward. Wilfred was no match against these two young

streamed uncontrollably as he could not

just want to know the truth... I beg

words clear. "You should ask your dear Mrs.

someone barged into

hair slightly disheveled. She looked furious, glaring at Whitney and quickly rushing to

stood like a statue, making

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

topic! Have you ever thought about

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

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