My Baby’s Daddy

At that moment, she saw a heavy-duty vehicle that seemed like a truck stop beside the car, so she continued watching curiously. Soon enough, the truck’s interior lit up, after which she took a better look and discovered it was a luxurious caravan. Stunned, she sneered, Jared even brought a caravan here. Is he being serious?

Meanwhile, Lambert, too, heard the sound of a car engine and came out to take a look. When he saw the caravan parked in the yard, he could not help but be astonished by Jared’s tolerance. It seemed like he was insisting on staying outside his house!

“Mr. Presgrave, don’t you think this is too much?” He went over to joke.

Jared stood beside the caravan watching as his assistant and bodyguards brought his daily necessities into his new home. From today onward, this caravan would be his temporary nook and office. Hugging his arms, he stared warningly at Lambert. “Don’t you touch her or have any thoughts about her. Or else, you’ll be sorry.”

Lambert raised an eyebrow. “To tell you the truth, I fell in love with her the first time I saw her at the clubhouse. Of course, I’d never force her to like me, so let’s do this fair and square. Ellen can choose whomever she likes.”

When Jared heard that, his heart sank because Lambert’s words pressured and offended him. “Sorry that you have to live out here, Young Master Jared. I’ll be heading back inside, though.” After saying that, Lambert left.

the mansion, he happened to see a thin figure on the balcony of the third floor. He looked over with his deep eyes and saw Ellen gazing at him.

over the place at the moment. Also, Connor’s words and Kevin’s pale face remained clouding her mind. She remembered she had to beg her uncle to see

so skinny that he looked disfigured, which was all too different from the always-smiling older brother in her memory. Remembering how she could only look at him through the glass window, she felt like someone had ripped her heart out. How cruel had it been for

the caravan and saw a man in his fifties running over and greeting him,

Ferguson, I invited you over because I have some questions to ask you. It’s about my surgery from sixteen

was you who signed the contract with the donor. I’d like to know if the donor’s family had signed the agreement willingly, or were they forced to

in age, his recollection was still unmistakable. He thought about it and shook

they agree to

their reward after donation. Adding on to the compensation the Presgrave Family was willing to provide, they agreed and signed the