Female NovelWhile Rena had agreed to cooperate with Aline, she was not eager to maintain frequent contact with Aline. So she withdrew from the conversation, leaving Aline somewhat unsettled.
As Aline departed, her thoughts were in turmoil.
She knew that even if she managed to marry Albert, she needed something to secure her position in the Waston family.
She pondered over what could be her trump card in this situation, and it hit her – a child!
She was unable to have a child with Albert due to her infertility, so having a child with her own bloodline became her top priority.
Aline sat in her car, lost in thought for a while, contemplating the child she had abandoned – her daughter. She realized that she had to get her back.
Her red sports car glided smoothly through the streets.
Meanwhile, in a small upstairs Lounge, Rena stood by a window, gazing blankly at Aline’s departing car.
Her face remained devoid of emotion.
She didn’t harbor any resentment toward Aline, just a profound sense of repugnance.
Rena could plot against Aline without letting her emotions get in the way, much like what Aline had done to her in the past. This time, however, Rena was the one in control, and Aline was ensnared in her trap.
Aline drove to an orphanage, where the director was waiting to meet her.
In the simple and cramped office, the director poured Aline a glass of water. Seated across from her, the director inquired hesitantly.
“Miss Hanson, are you here to see your daughter today?”
Aline’s voice trembled with anxiety.
“I need to take her back!”
The director remained silent.
Aline, undeterred, continued, “I regret my decision. I want to bring her home and provide her with a good life! Margot, please, return her to me. I’ll donate five hundred thousand to your orphanage. It should be enough to support all the children here for two years.”
The director’s lips quivered with emotion.Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
Aline’s heart sank.
“Where is my daughter?”
“Someone has adopted her.”
“Who adopted her? I want my child back immediately. She’s my child; how could you give her to someone else?”
The director finally composed herself.