True Love Waits

Chapter 454 Miranda’s Visit

'A Certificate of Title? Why did Carlos give me this?' Debbie pondered.

She opened the certificate. It said she was the owner of some property on the seventh floor of Building 2 of Champs Bay Apartments. That was where she lived. So it meant that she owned her apartment now. When did Carlos buy it? Why didn't he say anything? Didn't she have to be there when the title to the apartment was transferred to her?

But no one had said a thing to her. Carlos had done it so quietly. He was as crafty as he was powerful.

But why did he buy the apartment for her? What did it mean?

She had to know, it was really eating her. So she called him up and asked, "Why did you buy my apartment, old man?"

Carlos smiled and donned his wireless Bluetooth earbuds. "I bought an apartment for my daughter's mom. When my daughter grows up, she'll have a place to stay if she visits her mom. That's all."

"I don't need-"

"It's not for you. It's for my kid," Carlos interrupted firmly.

"But I can afford an apartment now," Debbie insisted.

"You? I said it's not for you. Think how much you'll save on rent. Buy yourself some food or clothes. But you don't have enough to support my daughter. Leave that to me." Carlos knew how much money she had, because the card she was using was issued by a bank owned by ZL Group.

"Huh? Don't be such a snob. I have several million. That's more than enough. Even people who have only tens of thousands can support a kid. Why can't I?" Debbie retorted defensively.

"Do you have the funds to buy your current apartment?"

"Um... no. But there're plenty of high-end buildings. I'll find another one."

to say this once. The apartment is for my daughter, not for you. You can't say no.

hang up on me. I'm not done

already hung up. She was still irritated. She hung up

It must have cost Carlos tens of millions. And he had

office at ZL

open the door to Carlos' office and reported, "Sir, Mrs.

Miranda?' Carlos was surprised. "Let her

no time, Miranda walked in, wearing a purple suit. "Carlos, tell me about... Evelyn,"

rose from his chair. "You two get on well. She didn't

had a child. "Who's the father?" she

two cups of steaming, aromatic coffee. Carlos took the tray from him, put the cups on the table, and

loose hair behind her ear and sighed. "I can't. I need to know." When she discovered Evelyn's existence, she was so excited she had booked a flight immediately, heading back to Y City. Carlos decided to let her be difficult. He took out his phone and scrolled through the images until he found a particular photo. Then

a photo of

had seldom seen this expression.

She's ours," Carlos

I would like to take her to New York so I can be close to her. Or you can transfer me

can't just transfer

the sofa and sat down. After sipping some coffee, she said in a low voice, "And yes, I do have another grandkid, but Evelyn's my first granddaughter. More importantly, she's yours. I want to make

birth mom, she didn't raise him. He'd spent thirty years calling someone

at him lovingly, no

her love. This was

I'm fine with a transfer here. As for taking care of

Miranda gave a faint, weird smile. "So, it's not up to you,

when it came to Debbie, he let her make her own decisions. He let Debbie be her own