âCan you guarantee your mother wonât try anything funny?â Julia questioned me.
âI canât guarantee anything, but I will try my best to resolve this grudge.â
This is probably the only thing I can do at this point. Judging by Momâs attitude, it doesnât seem like sheâll let go of her grudge so easilyâ¦
The look in Juliaâs eyes softened a little as she said, âYouâd better remember your promise. Since Chris has made up his mind on marrying you, I shall hold a grand wedding for you two. Looks like youâre bound to become my daughter-in-law.â
âThank you, Mrs. Lane!â Christopher was a part of myself that I couldnât afford to lose, and I really needed someone on my side in a time like this. I wasnât sure if I would be able to keep going if everyone were to be against us.
Momâs whereabouts remained unknown to me, and news about my identity was all over the television by the next morning. I was unable to focus on my art. I just could not seem to draw anything of satisfactory quality.
Frustrated, I let out a sigh and tore the painting down before throwing it into the trash. I had promised to present Remington with a nice painting to help boost the hype of his auction, but I was no longer sure if I could even get it done in time.
Finishing an artwork within two weeks was a piece of cake for me when I had great ideas. This time, however, a month had already passed and my canvas was still blank while my trash was filled with scrapped paintings.
I tossed the newspaper aside after flipping through a couple of pages, only to quickly pick it back up when one of the articles caught my eye. Aside from articles about me not being Nathanâs daughter, there was another one calling me Markâs daughter.
I read through the article carefully and saw that the journalist had gone into great detail by deducing Momâs relationship with Mark as well as my age. The article concluded that I was actually the heiress to the Goldstein family, much to my amusement.
Pfft⦠What a joke! How is that even possible? I had jokingly mentioned that a few days ago. Who wouldâve thought someone actually started a rumor about it and published it in the newspaper! Besides, if Mark really is my dad, then why havenât they told me about it after being together for so long? Am I really that unimportant to them?
I tried calling Isabelle again, but there was still no answer. Mom was the only person who knew the truth about me not being a Tanner, and yet she was nowhere to be found, not even at the Goldstein residence. What on earth is she so busy with that she canât even make time to see her own daughter?
Recalling Nathanâs pleas, I sent Isabelle a text. Mom, will you please spare the Tanners? Nathan did raise me even though Iâm not his biological daughter, so itâs perfectly justifiable for him to have treated me poorly. Will you please let them go for my sake? I know youâre mad at him for what he did to you, but to forgive is a virtue. I hope you will reconsider your actions after reading this message.
Suddenly, there was an urgent knock on the door, followed by Sabrinaâs desperate yelling, âHey, Eve! Are you there? Something big has happened!â
I quickly opened the door and saw her child crying in her arms. Thinking there was something wrong with the child, I took him over from her and asked, âWhat happened? Why is she crying so loudly?â
âNo, itâs not about my kid! Mr. Lane and Zach have run into some trouble at the border!â Sabrina shouted with tears in her eyes.
Hearing that hit me like a bolt from the blue. I was so anxious that I nearly dropped the child. âWhat? What happened to Chris? Tell me!â