Whenever she saw other kids with their dads, Ivy always did the same things with her, and Ivy would do them even better. So she never really envied other kids for having dads—rather, those kids envied her for having Ivy.

Except Mom told her that Ivy could never be her dad.

"Ivy wants to give Mommy a dad because everyone else’s mommy has a dad!" the little one said.

Upon hearing this, Mabel Quinn suddenly felt a pang of sorrow. She bent down and hugged her daughter’s soft body. "Mommy just needs Ivy," she said. This little life connected by blood let her once again have a home.

Once, her father gave her a home, but that home ended when she was 11 years old.

Later, Kyle Kinston also said he would give her a home, but that home was too brief and too painful.

And now, because of the birth of this little life, she finally had a home, a home that could no longer be easily severed. Over these years, she has carefully maintained her home.

For someone without roots, who doesn’t know where she comes from or who her biological parents are, a home is extremely important to her.

With her small hand, the little one wrapped it around Mabel Quinn’s neck, her soft voice saying, "Ivy loves Mommy the most!"

This declaration of love felt like it was going to melt her heart. Mabel Quinn held her daughter tighter. "Mommy loves Ivy the most too."

No matter what, she would protect her daughter and their home, not allowing anyone to destroy it.

Yesterday was just an accident. She and Kyle Kinston are like two parallel lines, and to him, she is now a mother with a daughter. Even if he’s somewhat interested in her, it should all be gone now.

Therefore, she and Kyle Kinston probably won’t have any further interactions, she thought to herself. But inexplicably, her heart was still anxious, as if things might not develop as she wished...

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At this moment, on Kyle Kinston’s desk lay a stack of documents about Mabel Quinn. Naturally, the name on these documents was Alexander Quinn. Aside from the real six years she spent in G City, everything else was false.

As Kyle Kinston flipped through these documents page by page, his eyes narrowed suddenly when he saw "unmarried" in the marital status section.

She indeed has a daughter, five years old, named Katherine Quinn, but she isn’t married—she doesn’t have a husband! Then what was she saying in front of him yesterday—was she trying to deceive him?

Kyle Kinston’s thin lips tightened as his phoenix-like eyes stared deeply at the documents in his hand. Moments later, he instructed his subordinate to prepare the car.

The subordinate was slightly stunned. It was already past 9 p.m.—it seemed a bit late for any dinner engagement. Could it be something urgent?

However, when Kyle Kinston got in the car, he merely instructed the driver to head to the neighborhood mentioned in Mabel Quinn’s documents.

The driver knew this neighborhood; in G City, it counted as a mid-to-upper-tier new development. But such a neighborhood didn’t seem like a place Mr. Kinston would usually go.

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