It was clear to anyone that Millie had run out of options. Even now, at the end of her rope, she still had a sliver of conscience left—she wanted to entrust her child to someone good.
Millie’s gaze was steady as she looked at the woman before her. In her heart, she could hardly believe it. Danielle had always seemed like a kind person. Given the chance, Millie was sure Danielle would never abandon Raffy. After all, she’d raised him for years. He might not have been her own flesh and blood, but after so much time together, real feelings had grown between them.
Danielle had only given up in the end because Raffy was Millie’s son, so she’d chosen to return him to his birth mother. But now, when Millie herself was the one asking Danielle to take Raffy back, Danielle was refusing.
“Are you really turning me down, or are you just testing me?” Millie’s voice trembled. “You raised him for so many years—don’t you feel anything for him at all?”
“You’re just going to stand by and watch him walk into another life? Watch his childhood turn cold and joyless? Or are you telling me that after all those years you spent caring for him, you never loved him, not even a little? Is that why it’s so easy for you to let him go?”
That was the only explanation Millie could come up with.
And then there was Alexander—cold, detached, and utterly unfeeling. Once he made up his mind, nothing could change it. Millie knew better than to beg; when that man turned his heart to ice, he was more frightening than anyone.
Danielle met her eyes, an ironic smile flickering in her expression. To Millie, Raffy wasn’t just a child she’d looked after—she’d treated him as her own son. But the pain of the past had taught her a harsh lesson, and she wasn’t about to make the same mistake twice.
“There’s nothing left for us to discuss,” Danielle said, rising from her seat. She turned away, ready to leave.
She’d come here today looking for answers, and now she had them. There was nothing left to say. The past had nothing to do with Millie anymore. That meant someone else had been pulling the strings all along.
Without another word, Danielle walked away.
Behind her, Millie’s voice echoed through the hall, torn and anguished as she called Danielle’s name, cursing her for being heartless, for abandoning a child she’d once called her own.
At the door, Gian Atwood was waiting to meet Danielle. This afternoon, there was an important meeting and a business trip to prepare for.
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