My Baby’s Daddy Chapter 1328


    Outside, the world was covered in ayer of clean, white snow; but inside, it was warm and cozy.


    “Oh goodness me! Mom, why did you include a photo of me with my diaper soaking wet?!” Ang


    called out to Daphne in embarrassment.


    She covered the photo with her hands and turned to the man beside her. “You’re not allowed to see this


    one.”


    Richard smirked and did not protest. After turning the page, he saw three–year–old Ang who was a


    pretty little girl dressed in a princess gown. She looked adorable.


    As Richard sat there flipping through the photos, he began to yearn for a daughter–one that would be


    as pretty and cute as Ang was.


    He would spend the rest of his life loving her and protecting her.


    “Let’s have a daughter! One that looks just like you,” Richard said hoarsely.


    Ang smiled. “Alright.”


    They continued to look at photo after photo as Ang described the event or story behind each


    one.


    It was now afternoon.


    Ruka spent the entire morning reading in the study. All of a sudden, she recalled the little kitten she


    saw with Ren thest time. He didn’t take it home with him. Did he leave it at a pet store for them to


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    She spotted a notebook that looked rather old. It stood out among the other books, so she reached out


    to grab it. She yanked on it too hard and it slipped out of her grasp.


    Although she managed to catch it before it fell to the ground, a few photos still fell out and scattered on


    the floor.


    Ruka gasped in surprise when she saw the photos. They were photos of her when she was little.


    After picking them up to take a closer look, she realized they were photos taken of her when she was


    four or five years old. Why did she not have any recollection of it?


    The toddler–sized her had a rather pompous and overbearing expression on her face. She was


    surprised that Ren had these photos.


    “Why did he keep these ugly–looking photos of me when he could’ve kept nicer ones instead?” Ruka


    grumbled.


    She sat down and began to look through the notebook. However, she realized that it wasn’t his


    notebook. Instead, the notebook was filled with squiggly lines and scrawled writing that seemed to have


    been done by a three–year–old.


    A lightbulb went off in her head. A three–year–old? Was it me? Is this mine from when I was learning


    how to write back at Husson Residence?


    True enough, after flipping through several pages, she found a barely readable scribble of her name,


    Ruka Singed.


    Her heart skipped a beat. Ren must have taught her how to write when she was little. As she continued


    staring at the writing, her heart grew warm.


    It was possible to find traces of love etched in time, after all. Ruka rested her chin on her hands and


    thought about how well–hidden Ren’s love for her had been. If it had not been for that, she would have


    at least sensed something sooner.