My Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 594

The child who addressed him as mister was in actuality his son, and to have gotten to know him as a stranger at first must feel terribly upsetting and regrettable. 

Words could not describe the love he felt for his son. 

Elliot sensed that Anastasia was behind him, so he adjusted Jared’s covers lightly and got up to leave. 

Anastasia had been standing there for quite some time. She was dressed quite thinly so she was starting to feel a little cold. Elliot’s large hands warmed up her chilly ones as he pulled her back to bed. 

The next day, Anastasia received a call from Francis. He called to inform her that Naomi’s court proceedings would begin on Tuesday and asked if she had time to attend. Naturally, Anastasia would make the time for it. She wanted to witness Naomi’s downfall in person and see if Naomi truly regretted what she did. 

Tuesday morning, after dropping Jared off at school, Anastasia and Elliot went over to the courthouse. 

Francis was already there when they arrived, and he seemed to have worked through his emotions as he was a lot calmer this time. 

courtroom. Her hands and feet were cuffed, and her hair had turned gray in many areas. She looked as if she had aged ten years. When she saw the people sitting in the stands, she looked over at Francis

all. Naomi glanced at Anastasia, but she knew that with her here, there was no way

beside Anastasia, and compared to them, Naomi looked like she belonged in a different

proceedings started, and Francis’ lawyer began to give an explicit

tone he used to describe the sequence of events, it was still enough to shock and strike fury in the hearts of anyone who heard it. For the sake of money. Naomi was willing to betray her husband and even go so far as to make an attempt

behind the entire scheme were Erica, Alex, and

heard the recount of what she had done. She saw Francis sitting there with his head lowered, and tears of anger and regret began to stream down her face.

spend every month. She was free to do whatever she

this way in

did she ruin her own life, but she also ruined her daughter’s

father would not plead clemency for this woman. She wanted

and pleaded with a tear-stricken face, “Francis, I know what I did was wrong, and I’m willing to bear the consequences, but please… please forgive Erica. I’m the one who taught her to do everything. She’s not

an eighteen-year sentence. If she managed to stay alive until the end of her sentence, she would be an