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.

was unable to penetrate his heart,

Five years later.

the capital

front of her. She was wearing a baseball

palm-sized face was mostly obscured, giving her a rather comical

her were

taller than their sameage

jersey with embroidered wings on the

feet was moving harmoniously with

pair of pigtails. She wore a pink princess dress, and her face was

be likened to princes and princesses from an

a fair amount of attention and

children! Are

of genes must the parents have to give birth to such

them. The passersby loved their charming photoshoots as well as their cheerful behavior

the older

the

Rose heard the twins handing out introductions yet again, she could no longer keep her cool. As she walked further in front, she turned around

reprimand them.

traffickers! Do you want to get abducted? Why would you give your names to strangers? Would it kill you if they don't know your names?" The two children scrambled to catch up to their mother. The big brother looked at his mother's annoyed face

felt a little guilty. She had chosen her peculiar dress-code as she was worried about being recognized by

years ago and even faked her death. If she were to

If it were not for that, Rose would never have risked returning to the familiar city. Rose said dismissively, "What do you know? This is called fashion. It's

twins had taken off their sunglasses, Rose snapped at

sighed resignedly and

older brother, baby Robbie, looked like a tiny adult as he puffed up. "At

she saw that their sunglasses were back on and covering their highly iconic

type of sunglasses, they linked hands and

is not good enough. There are human traffickers everywhere, so you two had better not run

directly approaching Rose. Seeing the familiar tall, slender figure caught Rose

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