My Maternity Records Belong to Another Woman novel Chapter 77

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“I understand,” Harold said, his voice hollow. “I’ll release an official internal announcement severing all ties with Charles. Effective immediately.”

I nodded. “One more thing.”

“If Charles and Bianca are truly in love, let them enjoy their tragic little romance without money, titles, or

privilege.”

Let’s see how long their ‘love‘ lasts without luxury to cushion it.

With my bag finally back in hand, I left the scene, escorted by Thomas and our security team.

When I returned to the Blackwood Estate, my father was already back from his emergency flight, pacing like

a storm about to break.

The moment he saw the bruise on my cheek, his eyes turned murderous.

“Who did this to you? I’ll kill them. Right now.”

I grabbed his arm before he could storm off.

“Dad,” I said softly, “how many times have I told you,no more bloodshed. I’ve already handled it. It’s over.”

He glared. “Everything else in this world I’ll let slide, but not this. You’re my daughter, my only child. I’ve never even raised my voice at you, and now someone dares lay hands on you? I will gut them alive.”

I sighed. “Killing them would be a mercy. I prefer something slower. More painful.”

“Charles used to be the golden boy of Whitmore Enterprises. Now he’s just a washed–up nobody. He’s gonna wake up every morning hating her guts.. And you know who he’s going to blame for it?”

“Bianca Sterling.”

My father looked at me with pride and admiration, then finally relented. “Fine. Do it your way. Just promise

me one thing.”

“From now on, you don’t leave the house without a bodyguard. I already lost your mother, I’m not losing you too.”

I fell silent for a beat, then nodded.

My mother had died in a car accident when I was a baby.

The brakes had been tampered with,old enemies from my father’s days in the Syndicate.

She died shielding me with her own body.

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I was the only one who survived.

Dad never remarried.

He raised me alone, playing both mother and father, protecting me like I was the most precious thing in the

world.

He always said he’d never forgive himself if anything happened to me,because then he’d have no face to meet my mother in the afterlife.

I hugged him tightly.

“I promise. I’ll take care of myself from now on.”

Not long after, people began reporting back with updates on Charles and Bianca’s downfall.

They’d been kicked out of the company, lost all their assets, and were now living in a rundown basement

unit.

They could barely afford food.

Charles, raised in wealth, tried applying for jobs twice,but was quickly rejected.

So he gave up and let Bianca support him.

Bianca worked two jobs just to keep them afloat.

She still believed it was temporary,that Harold would eventually call his only son back home.

She just had to suffer a little longer.

Then she’d be Mrs. Whitmore for real.

Three months passed.

No call came.

Turns out, Harold had another son,an illegitimate one.

After cutting ties with Charles, he’d quietly brought the other boy back and started grooming him as heir.

When Bianca found out, reality hit hard.

Charles was useless. Dead weight.

He couldn’t give her the life she wanted, and worse, he was draining what little she had left.

So she ditched him.

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