My Baby's Daddy

“Be careful.” Anastasia nestled in Elliot’s arms as her heart ached for him. Not only was he suffering from the pain of losing his loved one after Harriet’s funeral, he was also stabbed in the back by his relatives.

“I will,” he assured her, and he vowed he would never again cause worry for his family.

On the other hand, Liam, who was in his office, was confident that Elliot would be looking for his daughter to force her into undergoing the operation. Since he had come this far, he would see his plan through to the end and not let it fail as it was their only chance for survival.

The child’s arrival would make Elliot’s life miserable because the child would one day be eligible for an inheritance from him. Otherwise, there will be an inheritance dispute between his children in the future.

Given Elliot’s level of great intelligence, it was almost inevitable that his future generations would also be bright. As a result, there was no good reason for Liam to pass up the golden opportunity to change his family’s future.

In fact, he had used up every penny he had to make sure his daughter could escape from Elliot’s grasp. Thanks to the fortune amassed in recent years, he had accumulated many resources and gathered several subordinates.

he found out that Elliot was heading to Hogland, which was why Lorelai was able to leave the

put, it was a race

even while the handcuffs were being slapped on his wrists. On the other hand, his wife was so anxious that

airport, and the flight to Hogland would take almost

that she never bothered to seek the assistance of the maids when preparing dinner. She lost focus while slicing carrots and accidentally cut her finger. Looking at her bleeding finger, she hissed in pain as panic surged in her. It was not due to the wound, but the cut that gave

in the bar, and only one person drinks here. As the bar’s owner, Arthur

as the words of his grandma kept playing through his thoughts. That they would return home the following

glasses. He waited patiently

was about to end, a woman’s voice could

the phone? Is it because of me? Do you not want to talk with me?”