My Baby's Daddy

Chapter 3 Refusing Their Favor

“Of course! I’ll go anywhere you go, Mommy!” the little guy beamed, his large eyes looking like glistening onyxes as they curved into crescent moons.

Anastasia couldn’t help musing over how beautiful the child was. Every time she looked at his little face, she felt a surge of comfort and gratitude, as though constantly in awe of how she had managed to birth such an adorable little one.

“Well, then, we best pack our things now. We’re leaving for the airport tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay!” The little one gave one firm nod, then dashed into his room to pack his things for the trip.

Anastasia heaved a sigh. She had been living abroad since her father threw her out of the house five years ago. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t want to go home as it was that she had no place in it.

She didn’t even tell her father after she had delivered her child while abroad, and now that she was going back to her homeland for her work and career, she had made up her mind to see the old man. He was still her father, after all.

Three days later, it was evening time at the international airport when Anastasia wheeled the baggage cart forward. Her son was seated on top of the large suitcase on the cart, and he gazed around in wonder. Everything about Anastasia’s homeland seemed to pique his interest, and there was a curious gleam in his sparkly eyes.

Presently, Anastasia had only just stepped out of the arrival hall when two men in suits walked up to her, thereafter greeting politely, “Miss Tillman, we have been sent here by Old Madam Presgrave, who has prepared a ride for you just outside the entrance. If you please—”

She blinked at them and said very courteously, “I appreciate the Presgraves’ kind gesture, but I have no need for a ride, thank you.”

“Miss Presgrave, the old madam truly wishes to see you,” the middle-aged man said respectfully.

Anastasia knew that Old Madam Presgrave bore no ill will, but she really had no plans on accepting the old madam’s kind favor. “Please tell Old Madam Presgrave that it was my mother’s duty to save others, and that there is no need to repay the deed, at least not to me.” With that, she made to brush past the two men, pushing the cart toward the exit.

his phone and informed dutifully, “Young Master Elliot, Miss Tillman has refused our offer to pick her

deterred anyone’s efforts of peeking inside were parked by the airport entrance. There was a man seated in the backseat of the Rolls-Royce in the middle of the fleet who kept his gaze on the airport doors, and he saw a young woman pushing her cart through them just as he

gathered at her nape, revealing a delicate and pretty face. Her skin was alabaster, and her demeanor somewhat leisurely as she maneuvered

someone—the little boy who leaped off the woman’s cart. He looked to be around four or five years of age, and he wore a gray sweater with joggers, his thick and soft hair flopping over his forehead. He might be

the little one straighten his clothes; there was no mistaking the gentle and indulgent look in her

just to fulfill Grandma’s wishes. With that in mind, Elliot watched as the taxi Anastasia and her supposed child got into pulled away. Not long after that, his fleet left as

covered any distance when his phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and

coming to see me? I’ve missed you.” Hayley’s coy voice whined

soon as

“Promise?” Hayley asked coquettishly.

replied with

her tea when she heard her subordinates’ latest findings. She looked up in shock as she demanded, “What? Anastasia has a child? Is

our investigation, the child’s father never showed up, so we’re

through her as she thought about the brave female police officer

room. It was Elliot, and he had returned from the airport. “Come here, Elliot,” Harriet said as she beckoned her

next to hers and began to say, “Grandma, Anastasia kept refusing our

Tillman is a single mother who had a child out of wedlock. You

she would have given up on the matter, but as

to marry her. We could always use some other way to repay her mother’s kind deeds and make it up to her,”

the moment Harriet heard this, she shot him a frigid look and said, “No, that won’t do. You must marry Anastasia and protect her and take care of her for the rest

he couldn’t even reject his grandmother’s suggestion because she was set on repaying the