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.

love was unable to penetrate his heart, why

Five years later.

the capital

of her. She was wearing a baseball cap, a pair of

palm-sized face was mostly obscured, giving her a

were two

five-year-olds were rather taller than

with embroidered wings

scooter under his feet was

dress, and

could be likened to princes and princesses from an

garnered a fair amount of attention and compliments from people walking

children!

have

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

Robert, the older

the younger

she could no longer keep her cool.

reprimand them.

time and time again about human 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

little guilty. She had chosen her peculiar dress-code as she was worried

ago and even faked her death. If she were to suddenly appear alive in front of him,

her daughter and grandchildren one final time. If it were not for that, Rose would never have risked

her twins had taken off their sunglasses, Rose snapped at them

resignedly and put on

baby Robbie, looked like a tiny adult as he puffed up. "At least Mommy thinks it's

sunglasses were back on and

her kids wore the same type of sunglasses, they linked hands and walked side by side out of

Rose gave her kids a lecture. "Our domestic security is not good enough. There are human traffickers everywhere, so

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

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