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Pushing up her thick-framed glasses, she explained slowly, “Miss

Hanson, truthfully, we should not have accepted your child when you brought her here, but you insisted on abandoning her! Furthermore, we both signed an agreement. According to its terms, if a suitable family is willing to adopt her, we have the authority to place her.”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

While explaining, the director retrieved the agreement.

Aline stared at the agreement in her hands.

She had indeed signed it.

But what did it matter? She had given birth to the child, and no one else had the right to keep her.

Aline defiantly tore the agreement to shreds.

With a bitter sneer, she declared, “I’ll give you two million dollars!

Give me back my daughter!”

Margot, the director, silently watched as Aline tore the agreement apart in her desperation. Then she spoke softly.

“We are unable to get her back. She was adopted by a foreign couple. They left the country with her six months ago. Both of them are archaeologists, and currently, I don’t know their whereabouts — whether they are in

Pendarid or Valwynne.”

Pendarid, Valwynne…

Aline slumped back in her seat, crestfallen.

She stared at Margot with bloodshot eyes, her lips trembling as she said, “I’ll sue you!”

Margot could only respond apologetically.

Once Aline had left, Margot made a phone call.

The call was answered.

Margot said in a hushed tone, “Mrs. Fowler, I’ve carried out your instructions. Indeed, someone like Miss Hanson is not suited to raise a child. Furthermore, on behalf of the children here, I want to express my gratitude for your generous donation of five million and for constructing a new building for them.”

On the other end of the line, Rena replied with a faint smile,

“Don’t concern yourself with the threat of a lawsuit. Your main focus should be on the well-being of the children.”

With that, she hung up the phone.

Rena remained at the window. A servant approached with a glass of warm milk and whispered, “Mr. Fowler called and asked you to have some milk and rest for a while.”

With a smirk, she replied, “He’s trying to treat me like a child.”

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