Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 147

The early morning sunlight painted a picturesque scene, casting a warm golden hue over the bustling city of Athana Hackett, long absent from the public eye, once again became the talk of the town, dominating the trending topics and capturing the collective attention with hashtags, “Mr. Blackwell’s secret daughter,” “Captivating moments of Mr. Blackwell bonding with his daughter at the amusement park” and “Unveiling the mystery of who holds the key to Mr. Blackwell’s heart?”

The news sent shockwaves through the online community, igniting a frenzy of discussion and intrigue. Comment sections. overflowed with many responses, surpassing tens of thousands in mere moments. The viral sensation spread like wildfire, with comment after comment pouring in, creating a captivating whirlwind of opinions, speculations, and anticipation.

Gossip, the kind that spread like wildfire, was when the whole world mistakenly believed something to be the ultimate truth.

This sensational trending topic weighed heavily on the hearts of countless girls in Athana, each harboring different motives. Some longed to climb the social ladder, others were secretly fascinated, and many were simply in awe. The allure stemmed from Hackett’s undeniable charm, a trait that radiated through Ruby’s enchanting beauty, a testament to their exceptional genes.

Among the countless comments, one read, “This little girl is undeniably beautiful. I can only imagine her mother must also be a stunning woman.”

Yet, a tinge of jealousy crept in with another comment, “Obviously, only someone attractive could capture Mr. Blackwell’s attention. Looks are all that matter to him.”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions so hastily. She may be a wealthy heiress or come from a distinguished background. We should refrain from making sweeping assumptions.”

“Do you believe that? If she were from a prestigious family, Mr. Blackwell would have proudly announced it. Keeping her hidden implies she lacks the status to be publicly acknowledged, just an ordinary person yearning for recognition.”

This statement garnered numerous likes from commenters who shared the same sentiment. After all, the Blackwell family held prominent status in Athana, and if it were a union between affluent families, there would be no need for such secrecy. This action only fueled suspicions about the woman’s background, suggesting she might not meet societal expectations. Clad in sterile attire, Natalie emerged from the operating theater and made her way to the handwashing station. Nearby, a group of doctors engaged in lively conversation.

“Have you all heard the news? Mr. Blackwell has a secret daughter who is adorable. It shows that one’s appearance plays a significant role when choosing a husband. After all, we must ensure a worthy legacy for the next generation.”

“I witnessed it as well! Mr. Blackwell’s patience and devotion to his daughter are truly heartwarming. The sight of them together creates a poignant scene that resonates deeply. The little girl’s infectious laughter has a way of touching one’s soul. I can’t help but feel a twinge of envy for whoever is blessed with such happiness. Not only is his daughter beautiful and endearing, but Mr. Blackwell exudes an irresistible charm.”

“Well, we can only marvel and be envious. Men like him, who possess both looks and wealth, are rare and seem unattainable to us mere mortals.”

Initially, Natalie diligently washed her hands, paying little attention to the buzz surrounding the trending topics. She had never been one to meddle in others‘ personal lives, knowing well that such trends often held little truth. Only the individuals involved truly knew the reality of their circumstances.

However, upon catching snippets of sensitive keywords like “Mr. Blackwell” and “daughter,” she couldn’t resist a tinge of curiosity and an inkling of apprehension.

She reached for a tissue, gently dried her hands, and casually initiated a conversation, “Which Mr. Blackwell are you referring to in these trending topics?”

as if questioning her awareness of the world. Yet, they kindly explained, “Dr. Foster, are you unfamiliar with Hackett, the esteemed

immediate thought went

female doctor continued her chatter, “Although Mr. Wilson and Mr. Roberts are quite dashing in their own right, they exude an air of aloofness, making it hard to connect with them. In contrast, Mr. Blackwell carries

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would Hackett spend time

suspicions grew stronger with each passing moment. Hackett wasn’t the type to casually spend a whole day playing with an unrelated little girl. There had

she answered the call, knowing it was Sherri on the other end. “Hello, have you seen the trending

seething with anger on the other end of the line. “Do you think he deliberately exposed Ruby as his daughter just to mess with me? Is he out of his mind, putting Ruby in the public

adults behave. The online world was filled

first and ask why Ruby was with Hackett? It’s possible that the situation isn’t what we

judgment and agreed, “You’re right. I’ll

call, Sherri immediately dialed Juana’s number. “Mom, did you take Ruby to meet

saying, “Yes, Joy adores little Ruby. We went shopping together yesterday. Let me tell you, Hackett is incredible with kids. While we were out,

and Juana irresponsibly thrust Ruby into the spotlight.

was a hasty

would he willingly involve himself in caring for Ruby? It was

sigh, her voice tinged with frustration. “Alright. Mom, I have to

was left bewildered by the abrupt end of the call, shaking her head at her

out to Natalie. Instead, fueled by anger, she removed Hackett from her neglected. blocklist. She dialed his number with fiery determination, hoping for a response. But the phone continued to ring unanswered, intensifying her frustration to the point where she contemplated

had only one thought in

unanswered. Evidently, he was sound asleep, leading Sherri to retrieve her blocked contacts on WhatsApp and launch a barrage of voice messages, one after another.

from his sleep. Annoyed and disoriented, he fumbled for his phone under his pillow and checked the caller ID. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Wasn’t this the woman who

he answered the call in a casual yet groggy tone, his voice carrying a trace of sleepiness. “Are you calling to express gratitude for the flowers I sent

gaze fell upon the fresh bouquet in the corner, fueling her anger. She marched over and delivered two swift kicks to the flowers, her

responded with confusion, “What trending topic are you referring

attention. “Don’t play dumb with me! You know exactly what I’m referring to! Did you have to exploit