Jay Ares received an unexpected gift. A newborn baby.

As he looked at swaddled infant clamoring for food, a thick layer of frost seemed to cover Jay's handsome face.

"Where's the child's mother?" he asked through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing dangerously.

How dare that woman take his seed and shun the responsibility of taking care of the child?

"My apologies, sir," replied the courier. "The child's mother has died in the hospital, from dystocia.".

Jay tensed up and fell silent. He took a long time processing it, the flame in his eyes mixed with a hint of doubt. "Dead?"

The person nodded grimly, took out his phone, and showed Jay the portrait of the deceased Rose.

"Mr. Ares, this is Rose's memorial portrait that we took of her. I can send it to you if you like—"

Jay's eyes scanned the phone screen rapidly. The woman in the photo was bloated and her swollen face was as pale as a ghost. Her protuberant eyes were opened wide, staring right across the screen. Who could this be if not Rose?

When Jay, who had OLD, saw Rose's dead image, all sympathy and mercy inside him vanished.

"No! Tell me, where is she buried?"

"No. 674 in Mountain's Fork Cemetery."

Jay clutched the child and hurried back into the house.

In a nearby spot, Rose watched from the window of her brown car as Jay's tall figure retreated into the house. There was a sour look in her eyes.

Even the news of her death did not disrupt his calm expression.

Perhaps she was only able to trick him so easily because he did not love her at all.

Her yearning for the man may have finally fizzled out, forever.

passionate love was unable to penetrate his heart,

Five years later.

the capital

wearing a baseball cap, a pair of

face was mostly obscured, giving her a rather

her were two beautiful

rather taller than

wings on the shoulders, paired with

The scooter under his feet was moving harmoniously with his

fashioned a pair of pigtails. She wore a pink princess dress, and her face was as smooth and pale as an elf from

to princes and princesses

they walked, they garnered a fair amount of attention and compliments from people

children! Are they

sort of genes must the parents have to give birth to such beautiful

scenes; they even posed for photos when people requested them. The passersby loved their charming photoshoots as well as their cheerful behavior

Robert, the older

Rozette, the

longer keep her cool. As she walked further

reprimand them.

kill you if they don't know your names?" The two children scrambled

peculiar dress-code as

all, she had hoodwinked him five years ago and even faked her death. If she were to suddenly appear alive in front

to see her daughter and grandchildren one final time. If it were not for that, Rose would never have risked returning to the familiar city. Rose said dismissively, "What do you know? This

off their sunglasses, Rose snapped at them sternly, "Put on your

kids sighed resignedly and put

looked like a tiny adult as he puffed up. "At least Mommy thinks

sighed with relief when she saw that their sunglasses were

type of sunglasses, they linked hands and walked

walked, Rose gave her kids a lecture. "Our domestic security is not good enough. There are human traffickers everywhere, so you two had better not run around..." Meanwhile, at the airport

Seeing the familiar tall, slender figure caught

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