DreameNovelX Chapter 1145 Alexander stared at the screen for what felt like forever, then suddenly burst out laughing.
But as the laughter died down, his face twisted into pure anger and coldness.
He chucked the phone onto the passenger seat.
Abigail cout of the shower and practically dove onto the bed. "Tto crash. We're hitting the beach tomorrow for sswimming." Quinn killed the lights and flopped onto the bed too.
In a prison in Amber Bay, Freya was still in the sthin clothes she had on when she got locked up, now all faded and worn out.
The sunlight hit her gaunt face just right. Compared to three years ago, she was almost a different person. No one had visited her in ages, and she had no clue what was going on in the outside world.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe had hoped someone would be there to pick her up when she got out if not Alexander, then at least Kaitlyn. But when the gate opened, there was no one waiting for her. Freya stood there, stunned, thinking she might have missed someone. She looked around carefully but saw no familiar faces.
She felt lost and a bit pissed off.
She had no money and no idea how to get home.
She stood there for a bit before heading towards the pedestrian path. She walked for what seemed like forever, but all she saw was emptiness.
Just as she was about to lose it, a black car sped towards her and stopped right in front of her.
Freya looked over, her heart lifting, staring hard at the person getting out of the car.
But when she saw it was a stranger, her joy vanished instantly.
"Ms. Kennedy, please get in the car," the man said.
Freya eyed him suspiciously and asked, "Who are you?" "Don't worry. I'm here to help you," the man replied.
She scrutinized him; he looked pretty average, giving nothing away.
After a moment, she gritted her teeth and got into the car.
The first thing she asked after getting in was, "Did Alexander send you to pickup?" The man didn't answer her. Instead, he handed her a file folder, "Take a look. This will answer all your questions." Freya took the file, feeling its weight. A lot must have gone down in the past two years.
She opened the file and pulled out the thick stack of documents. Just the first page made her face change.
An hour later, Freya arrived at the orphanage, staring in disbelief at Peanut, who was giggling on a wooden horse.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPeanut was in faded clothes, and his face and neck had marks that looked like birthmarks, darker than his skin.
Scalable IT for K-12 Innovation Sponsored: mypossibilitRead Next Story > It seemed he had been hurt when he was really young. The scars had faded as he grew, but they had also spread, looking like birthmarks.
Plus, something was off. Peanut's eyes were vacant, and he kept staring at one spot, giggling, with droolm running down his chin that he didn't bother to wipe away. This was not normal for a four-year-old. Freya shook her head in disbelief. "This is not my son."
"He is indeed your son. If you don't believe it, you can have a paternity O test done," the man stated, leaving her utterly devastated. Her legs gave way, and she almost collapsed to the ground. How had her adorable son ended up like this? Freya stared at Peanut for a long time, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to leave. She took slow, painful steps towards Peanut.
As she got closer, Peanut didn't seem to notice her. He kept rocking on the wooden horse, lost in his own world and giggling.
Freya couldn't hold back her tears any longer, letting them stream down her face.
Before her release, she had imagined a hundred different ways Peanut nup.
might have grown up. Despite the strong possibility that he wasn't Walter's child, she had carried him for ten months and thought about him every single day. But she had never imagined he would end up like this. ead the latest chapter there!
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