My Baby’s Daddy

Ellen looked up at him, asking, “You said… you only learned yesterday that my brother was the donor, right?”

Jared apologized, “Yeah, I only learned that yesterday. I didn’t know the donor back then was named Kevin Reiss until your uncle suddenly came asking me for money. Sorry, it was my fault for not noticing.” Had he learned about this sooner, he would have shown her his gratitude already.

Ellen asked, “My uncle asked you for money again?” She was both surprised and kind of angry. How could Uncle Connor take advantage of my brother’s heart donation to keep asking for money?

“That’s right. He demanded about 15 million from me, saying he needs the fortune to pay off his many debts. Ellen, I know they didn’t give you a red cent out of the 15 million that my family gave him previously.” Jared’s heart ached terribly as he looked at her. He continued, “You should get at least half the amount.”

Tears welled up in Ellen’s eyes. Some memories were so unbearable to recall, she had to bury them deep down. She remembered how Jessica had once run out of cash and had to turn to Connor and his family when she got hospitalized for cold-induced pneumonia.

Jessica had told her at her bedside that she had

them at the time, however, Connor and Olivia were splurging everywhere and flaunting their wealth

thought Connor and his family were not human. They were so heartless and cold-blooded that they didn’t deserve to be her relatives and elders at all. She recalled again how Connor and Olivia. had responded coldly when she borrowed money from them prior to Jessica’s death. They were already so loaded, but they wouldn’t lend her a single

up at Jared, saying, “You’re right that I should get at least half of my

that. I asked the hospital director who signed the agreement with your uncle and his family back then, and he said there was no element of coercion or threat involved. Your uncle and aunt were your brother’s legal guardians at the time, and the

under his breath in hopes that Ellen wouldn’t get the wrong idea about his family again. “Of course, I’m very sorry for using your brother’s heart. If you have a problem with it,

are you talking about? When did I ever ask you to

“I just hope that you won’t hate me.” “I don’t hate you.” Ellen let out

placed it gently on his heart. “No wonder I felt kind of close to you and wanted to protect you when I first saw you. Turns out this was because my heart came