The Bound Between Us

Chapter 223

When Anastasia said this, Salma felt very uneasy inside.

“Your dad wouldn’t do that.” Salma said, “You’re his daughter. He’s already said that he’s got a house for you in Willowbrook. He’s giving you shares in his company and wants you to come help manage the biz. He wants to train you up.”

To make Anastasia believe, Salma showed her the shares transfer document she had hidden under her pillow.

Looking at her mother, Anastasia only felt pain in her heart but she knew she couldn’t be angry. Her mother was already old, yet she was still being fooled by Tavon.

So what if Tavon gave her a house? She didn’t pay for it. The house Tavon gifted could be taken back on a whim. And the shares transfer document seemed like a blank check, which Tavon could also reclaim at any time. It was just some meaningless sweetener.

Anastasia retorted, “Mom, do you want me to go back to my dad?”

Salma hesitated for a moment and said, “Tavon is your father, that’s a fact that can’t be changed. If he sincerely repents and accepts you, then my years of suffering would have been worth it.”

Anastasia understood. Her mother had never forgotten Tavon and still held illusions about him. After more than twenty years of persistence, how could her mother easily let go?

“Mom, you rest first. We can watch and see if Tavon really repent’s for a while.” Anastasia said.

his performance. She didn’t want to say too much. She didn’t want

her mother sad.

reaction puzzled Salma, but

say anything more.

this was done, Anastasia poured water for Salma. Seeing Anastasia busy, Salma felt that she seemed to have something on her mind and asked, “Ana,

knew her daughter well.

looked at her mother, and nervously wrung her hands, “Mom, there’s something I want to ask you.

is it, just say it.”

at her mother seriously,

Her expression became serious

asked this way.

me everything. Mom, thought about it all night, I don’t blame you for sending the baby away. I know how hard you’ve

Her eyes were teary and a sadness welled up from her heart, spreading, to

tell me where my daughter is? Where did you leave her? Do you have

what her daughter’s life had been like all these years, whether she