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The little girlâs words had the man in the room all riled up. With a feather duster in hand, the man pointed at the girl and said, âYou got some nerve, looking down on me. Go and find your real parents, then. Letâs see what you got, you little rascal, youâre really pushing it.â
The little girl retorted defiantly, âI will find my parents. I donât need you!â
She stormed off to the elevator, temper flaring.
The man quickly tried to coax her back, âLayna, youâre really pushing it, arenât you? Just wait till I teach you a lesson.â
He brandished the feather duster, pretending to smack her a few times, just to scare her. He wasnât really hitting her, but the little girl started wailing. âChild abuse! Duncan is abusing a child!â
Hearing the girlâs name, Anastasia realized that this was the child Anthony had mentioned.
Anastasia was a bit surprised to see such a naturally rebellious little girl What a fiery temper she had.
Anastasia was quick to try and soothe the man, âUm⦠Iâ¦â
Before she could finish her sentence, the man dragged the little girl into the house and slammed the door shut. In his fit of anger, he completely ignored Anastasia.
Anastasia was stunned. Monica was also shocked by the scene. âAna, is that your daughter? She has quite a temper.â
Despite being about the same age as Pattie, the two girls were worlds apart. One was well-behaved, gentle, and soft-spoken, and the other was just like a hot pepper.
âItâs definitely a surprise.â Anastasia rang the doorbell again. After a while, the man opened the door, and Anastasia quickly said, âHello, Duncan. Iâm Anastasia. I need to speak with you about something. Can we talk?â
âWho are you? What do you want?â The man, also with a fiery temper, looked at Anastasia and Monica suspiciously.
Anastasia didnât want to disclose her intentions just yet, as the childâs identity wasnât clear, and she didnât want to stir up a fuss. Anastasia said, âI was referred by Anthony.â
Hearing Anthonyâs name, the manâs expression changed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he said, âCome in and talk.â
âThank you.â Anastasia nodded politely and entered the house with Monica.
The little girl was standing in the corner of the living room, looking defiant. The man yelled, âGet in your room, and stop staring. Until your parents come to get you, you are my daughter. Behave yourself.â
âMy parents will come for me. You, Duncan, are too poor to be my father,â the little girl retorted fiercely and stormed off to her
room.
The first impression the little girl gave Anastasia was that she was ill-mannered, always shouting and yelling, calling adults by their first names, and was materialistic; there were significant issues.
Anastasia frowned and asked, âDuncan, has she always been like this?â
âTodayâs actually a good day. Usually, sheâs so rowdy that she could burn the house down. Sheâs always nagging about finding her real parents, complaining that I canât provide her with a good life.â
Duncan glanced sideways at Anastasia and lit a cigarette. âAnthony called me. Do you want to take the kid? I have no objections. The sooner she leaves, the better for me.â
Anastasia didnât expect Duncan to be so straightforward. She hadnât even confirmed the childâs identity, and he was already asking her to take her away.
Monica said, âDuncan, isnât this a bit hasty? Shouldnât we do a DNA test first?â
âWhatever.â Duncan was clearly impatient. Looking at Anastasia, he said, âIf you really are her mother, take her. Raising kids is a headache.â
Anastasia quickly said, âI understand it must have been hard. This child⦠indeed, seems challenging. Duncan, how about this? Iâll do a DNA test with her first. Once the results are out, we can discuss further.â
âWhatever, whatever.â Duncan seemed completely indifferent, eager to get rid of the child.
Their conversation was overheard by the little girl inside the room. She was visibly excited and peeked at Anastasia sitting on the couch.
Could this beautiful lady be her mother? The girlâs eyes, displaying an age-inappropriate snobbishness, assessed Anastasia.
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The girl didnât know any luxury brands, but Anastasia was well-dressed and beautiful, a great improvement over her foster
parents.
âMommy, mommy.â The little girl burst out of her room, ran to Anastasia, and grabbed her hand. She excitedly and warmly called, âMommy, you must be my mommy. Youâve come to get me. Mommy, letâs leave now. I really donât want to stay here anymore.â
Anastasia hadnât actually considered taking the child right away. She didnât feel joy hearing the little girl call her mommy. Instead, she felt uneasy. Caught off guard, Anastasia didnât know how to respond. The little girl shook Anastasiaâs hand. âMommy, take me with you. I want to live with you.â