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?”

awareness of the world. Yet, they kindly explained, “Dr. Foster, are you unfamiliar with Hackett, the esteemed Mr. Blackwell of

went to Sherri….

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

didn’t feel like continuing the conversation with her colleagues. She discarded her gown into

with multiple photos capturing the interaction between Ruby and Hackett. The photographer skillfully framed their faces together, showcasing their identical smiles and features. Even at a glance, Natalie could quickly tell that Ruby was Hackett’s daughter,

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spend time with Ruby?

casually spend a whole day playing with an unrelated little girl. There had to be a

her pondering was abruptly interrupted by her phone buzzing. Without a second thought, she answered the call, knowing it was

exposed Ruby as his daughter just to mess

always be a priority regardless of how adults behave. The online world was filled

suggested, “Why don’t you call Juana first and ask why Ruby was with Hackett? It’s possible that the situation isn’t what we initially thought.”

her judgment and agreed, “You’re right. I’ll make the call

“Mom, did you take Ruby to meet

with excitement on the other end, saying, “Yes, Joy adores little Ruby. We went shopping together yesterday. Let me tell you, Hackett is incredible with kids. While we were out, he cared for Ruby

man, and Juana irresponsibly thrust Ruby into the spotlight. She berated herself for not leaving Ruby with Natalie the first time Juana introduced her

was a hasty decision.

in caring for Ruby? It was evident that

tinged with frustration. “Alright. Mom, I have to go. I still have work to do.”

head at her phone’s blank screen. Sherri’s constant distractions

She dialed his number with fiery determination, hoping for a response. But the phone

one thought in her mind. Just

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

stream of voice messages roused him from his sleep. Annoyed and disoriented, he fumbled for his phone under his pillow and checked

moment to gather his thoughts, he answered the call in a casual yet groggy tone, his voice carrying a trace of sleepiness. “Are you calling

the fresh bouquet in the corner, fueling her anger. She marched over and delivered two swift kicks to the flowers, her frustration boiling. “Hackett, you better remove that

guard by her outburst, responded with confusion, “What trending topic are you

“Don’t play dumb with me! You know exactly what I’m referring to! Did you have to exploit Ruby in the public eye? Our