My Baby's Daddy

ittle guy beamed, his large eyes looking like gli

looked at his little face, she felt a surge of comfort and gratitude, as thoug

things now. We’re leaving for

irm nod, then dashed into his roo

er threw her out of the house five years ago. It wasn’t so much th

d, and now that she was going back to her homeland for her work and career, s

orward. Her son was seated on top of the large suitcase on the cart, and he gazed around in wonder. Everythi

lked up to her, thereafter greeting politely, “Miss Tillman, we have been sent here by Old

y, “I appreciate the Presgraves’ kind gestur

truly wishes to see you,” the m

nd favor. “Please tell Old Madam Presgrave that it was my mother’s duty to save others, and that there is no need to

med dutifully, “Young Master Elliot, Miss T

re parked by the airport entrance. There was a man seated in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce in the middle of the fleet who

ling a delicate and pretty face. Her skin was alabaster, and her demeanor somewhat leisurely

He looked to be around four or five years of age, and he wore a gray sweater with joggers, his thick and soft hair fl

the little one straighten his clothes; there was no

ulfill Grandma’s wishes. With that in mind, Elliot watched as the taxi Anastasia and

when his phone rang. He glanced at th

e me? I’ve missed you.” Hayley’s c

I’ll see you as soon as I’m free,” he a

ayley asked

lied with for

the couch sipping her tea when she heard her subordinates’ latest findings. She

’s father never showed up, so we’re a*sumi

as Old Madam Presgrave, sighed. Guilt surged through her as she thought about the brave female police officer who ha

ntered into the living room. It was Elliot, and he had returned from the ai

ers and began to say, “Grandma, Anastas

er who had a child out of wedlock. You must take car

. He had thought that she would have given up on the matter, but as i

her way to repay her mother’s kind deeds and make it up to her,”

look and said, “No, that won’t do. You must marry Anastasia

, but he couldn’t even reject his grandmother’s suggestion because she was s

crime…”Harriet’s eyes were sad as she said this. Then, she looked up and cast her grandson a hard look, pointing out, “Taking care of her daughte

y. “Fine, then I’ll

s well. That said, he had no plans to tell Harriet about this just yet, and he knew tha

has a kid

ittle boy, probably around three or four years old. I can’t believe some scoundrel just lef

at his grandmother, stumped as he thought, I

astasia’s superior. In order to grow the brand, Anastasia—being the chief designer for the Queen’s

about decorating and straightening up her new abode while her son slept, and within two h

like turning in for the day as she wat

ch churn. Her best friend’s betrayal, her stepsister’s wickedness, and her father’s ul

g up design courses, and during the later part of the five years, she slowly worked her way up the ladder and became chief designer. Sh

vings, her son, and a job

several times when she thought about calling him, but something made h

eaved a sig