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Alexander moved fast.
Since this whole mess was stirred up by Laura, she could clean it up herself.
He had Jack bring her back, so they could “properly” play husband and wife.
Then, he set people on finding information about Lynette.
A few days later, his assistant finally called.
“Mr. Allen, all of Ms. Lynette’s records have been deliberately wiped. We can’t even find her current address.”
Alexander frowned. There was only one explanation for this.
Someone was helping Lynette. But she barely had any friends, and she always kept a low profile.
Who the hell would go out of their way to cover for her?
Before he could think further, the assistant spoke again, “We couldn’t find Ms. Lynette’s information, but we did find the person who scrubbed it.”
He hesitated, then his voice dropped.
“Mr. Allen, it was Kenneth Morris, the eldest grandson of the Morris family in Boston.”
Alexander’s expression shifted. “The Morris family? That’s impossible.”
Impossible!
The Morris family was the most prestigious financial dynasty in Boston. There were six households of heirs, with each one being more privileged than the previous one.
And Kenneth was the golden child. The favorite. The heir.
He had everything–wealth, looks, and status. He was untouchable.
The Allen family had spent years trying to build a connection with the Morris family. They never got past the front door.
And now he was hearing that Lynette had married into that family? Had a child with Kenneth?
No. No way!
Alexander didn’t have time to overthink it. He booked the first flight to Boston.
According to the assistant, the Morris family lived in a mountaintop estate just outside the city.
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The entire mountain was their private property, and the estate itself–straight out of a fairy tale–was worth over 100 million dollars.
At the gates of the estate, Martha nervously straightened her clothes before pressing the call button.
A butler–looking man soon appeared. He eyed them with mild confusion.
“Are you here to see Mr. Morris?”
Jimmy gave a small nod.
“Yes. We’re Lynette’s parents. We’d like to see her–just for a moment.
“This is Lynn’s home, too, after all!”
But the butler’s face shifted slightly at the mention of “Lynette’s parents.” With a look of understanding, he picked up the phone.
“Mr. Morris, ma’am’s family is at the gate. They say they want to take her home.”
A second later, a man’s groggy, irritated voice came through.
“Tell them to get lost. My wife is home. Where the hell else would she go?”
Jimmy’s face turned red at the man’s tone, but he kept his voice polite. “You must be Kenneth, right? We still have some… doubts about the paternity test. Would you mind letting us see Lynn?”
There was a short pause, followed by a low, amused chuckle.
“Sure. Maybe this’ll help you give up the fantasy once and for all.”
The gates opened. Jimmy, Martha, and Alexander were finally allowed in.
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I never thought I’d see them again after three years.
The moment their eyes landed on me, Jimmy and Martha looked overwhelmed with guilt and unease.
Martha fidgeted with her hands, then stepped forward with a soft, oddly out–of–place smile.
“Lynn, why didn’t you tell us you got married? We’re your real parents…
“All that stuff back then–it was just a misunderstanding. Are your injuries healed? Does it still hurt?”
Her string of concerned words made my stomach turn.
I looked at her flatly, trying not to gag.
“I’m not interested in digging up the past. And ma’am, don’t use old wounds to try and win my forgiveness.”
Her tears fell instantly,
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“Lynn, even if we were wrong before, we’re still your blood. You’re married now, but you’ll always have a home with
us!
“Lynn, please don’t be so cold to me. I’m your mom…‘
I sat calmly on the couch, watching her sob like her world had ended.
Funny–wasn’t I once the one crying like this? And they never even spared me a glance.
The love I once longed for, the warmth I begged for–bit by bit, they tore it all away.
But the Morris family was different. They treated me like their own.
And Kenneth–he showed me what real love is.
I didn’t want to hear another word from them. I stood up, ready to head upstairs.
“Mommy!”
My daughter, Jessie Morris, suddenly came running down the stairs and wrapped herself around my leg, curiously peeking at the unfamiliar faces.
“Lynette, you… you have a child?” Alexander’s voice trembled.
I turned to face him, calm as ever.
“Alexander, we could’ve had this life–peaceful, simple–but you were the one who shattered it.
“Go home. Don’t come looking for me again!”
Kenneth picked Jessie up with one arm, wrapped the other around me, and without another glance back, we walked
away.
Behind us, Martha’s sobs tore through the silence.
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