"Thank you, you have been of great help." Greg handed the pay for his coffee, "you can keep the change," and walked out of the coffee shop grateful that he came back to check again. Greg headed back to where Silvana’s car was parked outside the orphanage and inspected the car again, noting the three flat tires. "This wasn't an accident," he muttered to himself. "Someone did this on purpose." Greg took out his phone, dialling Aiden’s number to report his findings from the coffee shop. Aiden answered almost immediately, his voice a mix of hope and tension. “Greg, any news?” “I spoke to the coffee shop owner near the orphanage. He mentioned a man who spent most of the day there, sitting by the window and watching through binoculars. He described him as mid-thirties, average build, with a scruffy beard and always wearing a scarf and head warmer. Do you know anyone like that?” Greg explained. Aiden sighed heavily. “No, I don’t know anyone who fits that description.” Greg paused for

Lorenzo looked concerned. "What did she say?" "She asked a lot of questions. I had to tell her that Silvana is missing. She’s scared and worried," Aiden said, his voice heavy with guilt. "In a bid to calm her down, I didn't know when I spilled it but I told her she will be having a younger sibling too and immediately, her eyes lit up with excitement." "Oh! I guess she would have been excited to know. You do not need to blame yourself for it, she would still have had to know anyways." "But then she asked about her new sibling and suggested we bring Amelia here for safety, so that her baby sibling does not also go missing." Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. "Did she now? That’s quite insightful for her age." "Yes," Aiden nodded. "I was thinking, maybe we could bring Amelia to stay in the guest quarters until she gives birth. It might not be a bad idea." Lorenzo frowned, considering the proposal. "That’s a difficult thing to ask. The Reyes family might see it as an opportunity to take a

Lorenzo stood up, placing a reassuring hand on Aiden's shoulder. "We'll get through this, Aiden. Just stay strong and focused. We'll find Silvana and keep your child safe." Aiden nodded, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "I will, Grandfather. Thank you." Aiden took a deep breath and dialed Amelia's number. He waited as the phone rang, mentally preparing himself for the conversation. When Amelia answered, he could hear the apprehension in her voice. "Aiden, did you talk to your grandfather?" she asked. "Yes, I did," Aiden replied, his tone steady. "We discussed your family's demand for fifty million dollars. We can not make such huge investment for a child that's mine, it seems as though your family wants to sell off the child who's mine to me, except that is what you want, and you know that once you put to birth, you'll never see the child again." "Of course not, why would you say such a thing? Of course I want to see and be with my child after her or she is born." Amelia

“Is this really the best course of action?” Amelia asked, her voice wavering slightly. She looked at her mother, Ruby, hoping for reassurance.Ruby leaned forward, placing a comforting hand on her daughter’s. “Amelia, we’ve discussed this. We need this investment. This is for your future, for the baby’s future. Once we sign these documents, there’s no turning back.”Amelia took a deep breath, picking up the pen. She glanced at her father, who gave her an encouraging nod. Resolutely, she signed her name, feeling a strange mix of dread and resolve.After signing, she looked up at her parents. “What happens if the Romanovs find out the baby isn’t Aiden’s and demand a refund?”Ruby’s face hardened. “Amelia, you worry too much. No one will find out, except for the three of us. And you know the consequences if you ever tell anyone else. Do you want to make this family poor for life? Do you want to spend the rest of your life behind bars?”Amelia shuddered at the thought, shrugging her shoul

Amelia, who had been nervously preparing herself in the bedroom, quickly put on an appealing net nightwear, hoping to rekindle Aiden’s interest. She hurried out to the living room, her heart pounding.When she saw Zia, she quickly pulled her coverall around her, trying to appear more modest. “Good evening, Aiden,” she greeted, her voice slightly breathless.“Amelia,” Aiden replied, his tone neutral. “I wanted to check up on you to see that you were fine, and Zia wanted to see you too.”Amelia smiled warmly, reaching out her hand towards Zia. “Hello, Zia.”But Zia, frightened, turned to her father and clung to him tightly. Aiden gently held her and cleared his throat. “Zia, it’s okay. No one can hurt you while I’m here.”Amelia, sensing the tension, lowered her hand and smiled softly. “Is there anything you need, Amelia? Anything not already provided?” Aiden asked, his voice courteous but distant.Amelia shook her head. “No, everything is fine. Thank you. I promise to let you know if