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?”

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

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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

her colleagues. She discarded her gown into the recycling bin and hurriedly returned to her office

the interaction between Ruby and Hackett. The photographer skillfully framed

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mind. Why would Hackett spend time with Ruby? Could he have discovered the

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

thoughts, her pondering was abruptly interrupted by her phone buzzing. Without a second thought, she answered the call, knowing it was Sherri on the other end. “Hello, have you seen the

he deliberately exposed Ruby as his daughter just to mess with me? Is he

how adults behave. The online world was

Ruby was with Hackett? It’s possible that the situation isn’t

her anger had clouded her judgment and agreed, “You’re right.

take Ruby to meet Joy yesterday?” Sherri spoke politely,

me tell you, Hackett is incredible

Could things get any worse? The entire online world praised that man, and Juana irresponsibly thrust Ruby into the spotlight. She berated herself for not leaving Ruby with Natalie the first time Juana introduced her to Joy.

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willingly involve himself in

a weary sigh, her voice tinged with frustration. “Alright. Mom, I have to go. I still have

left bewildered by the abrupt end of the call, shaking her head at her phone’s blank

determination, hoping for a response.

had only one thought in her mind. Just pick up, damn it!

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

messages roused him from his sleep. Annoyed and disoriented, he fumbled for his phone under his pillow and checked the caller ID. He couldn’t believe his

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

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

caught off guard by her outburst, responded with

what I’m referring to! Did you have to exploit Ruby in the public eye?