Chapter 207


    Chapter 207


    Tavon had been dabbling in the business world. He was not exactly loaded, but he’d got a fair chunk of


    change, with assets totaling in the hundreds of millions.


    The Morton family ran a tea business, shipping their product overseas. Tavon had been around the


    block and met all sorts of people. But when he looked into Anastasia’s sharp eyes, he felt an


    inexplicable fear


    Anastasia took the initiative to hop into the car, which took Tavon by surprise. He figured she would


    keep him at arm’s length. Seeing Anastasia in the car, Tavon cracked a smile, hopped in after her, and


    gestured for the driver to get a move on.


    The car was roomy, and the temperature was just right. But when Anastasia sat down, Tavon felt a chill


    in the air.


    Before Tavon could even open his mouth, Anastasia jumped in with a barrage of questions. “Where are


    you living now? What’s your family business? This car must have cost a pretty penny, right? Besides a


    daughter, do you have any other children? What’s annual


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    ie? How much are your assets?”


    Tavon was caught off guard by Anastasia’s rapid–fire questions. Tavon was a businessman, always


    ying his cards close to his chest.


    Worried Anastasia might be after his family fortune, he chuckled and said half–jokingly, “We’re in the


    tea business, dabbled in tourism too. But the economy’s in the gutter, business isn’t exactly booming,


    so we’ve been losing money for years. I live in Willowbrook. Got a boy and a girl at home. They’re both


    younger than you, your little bro and sis. One’s studying abroad, the other’s sick in the hospital.


    Tavon had a knack for ying with emotions. When he mentioned his sick daughter, Sandy, he showed


    Anastasia photos of Sandy in the hospital. Sandy looked frail and thin with IV tubes attached,


    undergoing dialysis. Her head was shaved bald. It was a sorry sight to


    see.


    Tavon’s eyes began to well up, “It’s terminal. Both her mother, Ashley, and I have been tested, but


    we’re not a match. If we don’t find a bone marrow donor soon, Sandy’s going to be on borrowed time.”


    Anastasia listened aloofly. She could see through Tavon’s intentions from his words. A few minutes of


    interaction was enough to further make Anastasia disappointed in Tavon. As far as assets went, Tavon


    was definitely holding back.


    Anastasia snorted. “What a sess story you are. Got a son and a daughter, huh? I hear


    Willowbrook’s crawling with the well–to–do, especially those in the seafood business, raking in the big


    bucks. You’re not worried I might want a piece of your fortune, are you?”


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    Hearing this, Tavon’s face turned a shade of red. “Ana, you’ve got it all wrong. I am your


    father…”


    Anastasia coldly cut him off, “You think you can live up to being called ‘Dad“?”


    Anastasia’s gaze sent shivers down Tavon’s spine, and he found himself speechless under her


    scrutiny.


    The car quickly arrived at a nearby café. Anastasia got out, and Tavon finally felt like he could breathe


    again.


    Tavon absentmindedly wiped his sses. How could a daughter he’d never met be so intimidating?


    Tavon followed Anastasia into the café. When she ordered coffee, she only asked for one cup.


    Tavon awkwardly ordered a drink for himself. In the business world, he’d never felt so out of his depth,


    After some hesitation, Tavon mustered up courage and said, “Ana, Sandy is your sister. She needs


    help. I really don’t have any other options. Look, can you help out? I’ve looked into it, bone marrow


    donation won’t affect your health, and you’ll be just like anyone else. I won’t let you be at a loss. I’ll


    compensate you ordingly.”


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    ot even knowing what to say.


    Anastasia sneered inwardly but put on a pitiful face in front of Tavon, ying the victim card. “Salma


    always praised you. I’ve always admired and respected you as a father. I believe you wouldn’t treat us


    unfairly. Salma had a hard time raising me. Now that you’re back, could you, perhaps, settle the child


    support owed from before I turned eighteen?”


    Anastasia didn’t follow up on Tavon’s words, instead she brought up the hardship over the years,


    hoping to reim the child support first. Tavon owed her this, and she was ready to settle ounts


    today.


    Anastasia’s words left Tavon dumbfounded.


    Anastasia gave a chuckle and waved at the waiter. “Could I get a pen and paper, please? Thanks.”


    Soon, the waiter brought over the paper and pen. Anastasia started writing on the paper, putting on a


    friendly smile.


    “Let’s start from when Salma was pregnant with me, we’ll ount for everything, I won’t shortchange


    you. The cost of prenatal care, nutrition fees when Salma was carrying me…”