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?!"

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

and shook her, becoming hysterical.

Chris also stepped forward. Wilfred was no match against these two young and strong

looked at Maisie, and tears streamed uncontrollably as he could

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

her words clear. "You should ask your dear Mrs. Newhouse. How many secrets has she hidden from you in these

barged into the meeting

rushed in, panting heavily, her hair slightly disheveled. She looked furious, glaring at Whitney and quickly rushing to Wilfred's side. "Honey, you can't

like a

he was with Toph Hamerton! Even if he isn't your biological son, he called you 'dad' for so many years. You have

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

staring at her. "You switched

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