“No, it’s Elma, my housekeeper. Her grandson’s gone missing at the hospital.”

A child went missing!

Rosalynn’s face grew serious as she tried to reassure Tilda. “Don’t worry, we’ll find him. Everything’s going to be fine.”

Tilda just nodded, staring out the window, her fingers clenched around her bag strap.

In the company…

Wilton found himself swimming in a sea of troubles, his connection with Tilda, growing more distant by the day.

Once a vision of adorableness with her big doe eyes, Tilda used to await his return from business trips, hungering for a hug.

sweetly called him “Daddy” in her soft, tender voice felt like

did the

forgot everything because of how busy

moved out, and only then did

his thoughts, Wilton returned a call

solely her decision. Maybe

between Tilda and Ivy had reached

daughter would

had the phone on speaker, and Ivy overheard Wilton’s words,

to quit? Dad, it’s Tilda aiming at me! You should be telling

hired for her scriptwriting chops.

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