Chapter 115 Jennifer did not take the photo. She just lowered her head and looked at the photo in the manâs hand. What she saw was a woman in maldâs attire who was about thirty years old.
She moved her gaze upward, and it landed on the womanâs face. A sense of familiarity then washed over her.
She thought, âItâs indeed Arya, my hometown friend. Back then, it was through this womanâs matchmaking that I was able to marry Terence as i wished. It was also precisely because of this connection that I reluctantly took her in when she came to seek shelter carrying a child.â
âI, Iâm just an ordinary acquaintance of hers,â she said. âWeâre not close. We havenât been in contact for over twenty years. If she has done something wrong outside, you should find her family. You shouldnât come to disturb me.â
The man in black tapped the table and said indifferently, âMy focus is not on Arya, but on the child she brought over.
Tell me. Where is that baby girl now?â
At the end of his remark, his voice suddenly rose, scaring Jennifer.
Not having figured out the other partyâs background, she did not dare to make unfounded statements. She was afraid that she would attract some fatal consequences.
She thought, âif the baby girl is a jinx and they are looking for me! to root out the problem, wouldnât the Taylor family, who knows about the situation, be silenced?â
At the thought of this, she trembled all over, feeling a chill running down her spine and quickly spreading throughout her body.
She thought, I canât say. Fabsolutely canât say.
âArâArya did bring a child to seek shelter from me back then, but she left after staying for a few days,â Jennifer said. âShe hasnât contacted me again all these years.â
âIs that so?â the man in black said, suddenly smiling. A cold glint flashed across his eyes. âI heard that your daughter, Ada, is exactly twenty- six years old this year.â
âNo,â Jennifer said. She hurriedly shook her head, her head shaking like a tambourine.
1. ne. âSheâs no not my daughter. Sheâs not my daughter.â
At this point, she vaguely felt that something was wrong and explained anxiously, âI said that baby girl is not my daughter. My daughter is the one I gave birth to. That baby girl is not my daughter.â
She inadvertently became more entangled in the situation as she explained.
The man in black slowly took back the photo. Looking at her panicked expression, he basically determined that the baby girl was at the Taylor familyâs home.
âEven if she is not there, they must know her whereabouts, he thought.
âWhether or not that baby girl is your daughter, your words donât matter,â the man said. âI investigate all the daughters of the Taylor family, whether they are from the main line or branch lines.â
Jenniferâs face turned pale. She thought, âIf only I hadnât let Claireâs family adopt that unlucky star back then. Now trouble has come knocking on our door, and the whole Taylor family will suffer. No. I have to go talk to Ada. I tell her about this and let her make a decision She said, â...I have something else to attend to, so Iâll leave first.â
With that said, she suddenly stood up and rushed out of the private room, stumbling as she went 10 16:52 Wed, 26 Jun G GB.
Chapter 115 After the man in black watched her leave, he picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.
1553 âMs. Watson, Iâve already asked around,â the man said. âThe baby girl is at the Taylor familyâs home. As for whether itâs Ada, Iâm not sure yet. We need further confirmation.â
Reneeâs calm and composed voice came from the receiver. âIâll keep Oliver busy for two days,â she said. âYou hurry up with the investigation. Once you have the results, Inform me first, and follow my instructions,â
âAlright,â the man said. âAnd the payment.â
âDonât worry,â Renee said. âOnce this is done, youâll get it.â
At the entrance of Classa Garden, Sophia got out of the taxi. After her feet touched the ground, she turned to the driver and said, âPlease wait a moment. I need some time to tidy up my things.â
The driver looked at the watch on his wrist and began to bargain. âThen your fare has to be charged by the hour,â he said. âOtherwise, itâll be a loss for me to wait like this.â
Sophia smiled and nodded.
She didnât find him mundane. Neither did she consider him a person who prioritized practical interests. Instead, she felt the ordinary and everyday aspects of worldly life.
She thought, âThis is the current situation of ordinary people. They haggle over every cent for the sake of their livelihoods, unwilling to bear even the slightest loss.â
She longed for such a life, but she would never be able to experience it in her entire life.
In fact, compared to luxury and wealth, she would rather face challenges and work hard together with her lover, appreciating the best aspects of marriage amidst hardship.
However, these were just extravagant hopes for her. They were out of her reach.
If she had married a husband who doted on her and loved her from the beginning, even if he was extremely wealthy, she believed he would accommodate her and occasionally accompany her to live an ordinary life. Unfortunately....
After holding back the tears that it were beginning to form in her eyes, she walked into the villa, Every blade of grass and every tree here was meticulously arranged by her. From the beginning to the end, he had never participated.
In the past, she loved him, so she didnât mind.
Now that she thought about it carefully, from the matrimonial home to the wedding and the wedding ring, these were all just her delusional obsessions. He was never involved.
She thought, âA few days ago, he brought Ada in, disregarding my feelings as they please. I hope that the day of him getting his just deserts comes, and he will taste this pain a hundredford or a thousandfold.â