The Bound Between Us

Chapter 223

When Anastasia said this, Salma felt very uneasy inside.

“Your dad wouldn’t do that.” Salma said, “You’re his daughter. He’s already said that he’s got a house for you in Willowbrook. He’s giving you shares in his company and wants you to come help manage the biz. He wants to train you up.”

To make Anastasia believe, Salma showed her the shares transfer document she had hidden under her pillow.

Looking at her mother, Anastasia only felt pain in her heart but she knew she couldn’t be angry. Her mother was already old, yet she was still being fooled by Tavon.

So what if Tavon gave her a house? She didn’t pay for it. The house Tavon gifted could be taken back on a whim. And the shares transfer document seemed like a blank check, which Tavon could also reclaim at any time. It was just some meaningless sweetener.

Anastasia retorted, “Mom, do you want me to go back to my dad?”

Salma hesitated for a moment and said, “Tavon is your father, that’s a fact that can’t be changed. If he sincerely repents and accepts you, then my years of suffering would have been worth it.”

Anastasia understood. Her mother had never forgotten Tavon and still held illusions about him. After more than twenty years of persistence, how could her mother easily let go?

“Mom, you rest first. We can watch and see if Tavon really repent’s for a while.” Anastasia said.

believe Tavon would repent. This was just his performance. She didn’t want to say

her mother sad.

lack of reaction puzzled Salma, but

say anything more.

Anastasia poured water for Salma. Seeing Anastasia

her

Hearing her mother ask proactively, Anastasia sat down, looked at her mother, and nervously wrung her hands, “Mom, there’s something I want to ask you. I was going to

is it, just

at her mother seriously, “It’s about the

premonition. Her expression became serious and

asked this

baby away. I know how hard you’ve had it raising me alone all these years. I understand you only did it out of love for your own daughter, but I also care for my own daughter.”

a sadness welled up from her heart, spreading, to her eyes.

my daughter is? Where did you leave her? Do you have a picture of her? I haven’t even seen her.” Anatasia

daughter, she hadn’t even seen her once. She didn’t even know what her daughter’s life had been like all these years, whether

wiping her tears and saying, “Ana, I’m sorry, I owe you an apology.”