My Baby's Daddy

“Do you know that I was conscious for about ten seconds that night? And how much it pains me to hear what you’ve said to Erica?” Francis asked.

Naomi’s face blanched at the revelation as she drew a sharp breath in horror. He woke up?

“I’m so sorry, Francis. I was wrong. Please give me another chance. Help me out and I’ll do anything as you say to repay you for the rest of my life.” She was willing to do anything just to leave this appalling place.

He shook his head. “I’m not here to get you out. You should atone for your sins.”

“Francis, I’m sorry! I was wrong…” She began wailing from the bottom of her lungs.

Still, Francis was not to be moved as he continued and questioned, “And what about Erica’s true identity? I bet you had used Anastasia’s blood to replace hers in order to deceive me. You’ve used me to bring up your daughter for over 20 years and yet, this is how you treat my daughter? You’re heartless, Naomi.”

“To Erica, you’ve always been her father. She’s a good daughter and she loves you.” Naomi tried to put in good words for her daughter.

my last will and

still young, that’s why. She doesn’t know anything. Save

you and Erica as she has the right

hope vanishing dawned upon her, her eyes widened in total fear. “What? You’re going to let her handle everything? N-No. Francis, she hates me

taken things this far. It’s your karma.” A visit at death’s door had cleared the haze in his mind. He had made up his

saying what he intended to say, Francis rose to his

Please, save me!” The desperate woman banged her head onto the transparent barrier continuously in an

out the noise and left without turning

the officers, did not feel a smidgen of pain despite the bleeding. Instead, the unprecedented despair was

at 2.00PM on Friday and it was expected to end at

to meet up together. They seated themselves at the front row, which was the best spot

well. In spite of the unobtrusive color,