The next day, Debbie struggled out of bed despite her tired limbs. She had called the courier guy over
to send back the ear studs to Hayden.
After he left the manor, she gave the tracking number to Hayden on
WeChat and added, “Hayden, we are done. Don’t contact me again.”
She cklisted his number.
Although Debbie and Carlos had wild sex the whole night, he left for work as usual before she even
woke up. He hadn’t forgiven her. Neither of them was in a good mood.
After lunch, Debbie stared nkly at a stack of documents on the table.
The first page was nk, but she was aware of what it was-her mysterious background.
She would know who her brother and mom were, and she would find out about her mom’s family
background if she decided to turn over that page.
Unable to resist the temptation, she picked the documents up from the desk.
Half an hourter, she called Curtis.
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He was working in his office. When he saw the caller ID, he smiled and answered the phone.
“Hi, Deb. What’s up?”
Debbie didn’t respond.
It was a weird situation. Curtis could tell something was not right. He pried, “Did you see the
documents?”
“Yes,” was her short reply. It turned out that Curtis was her…
“You may call me ‘Uncle’ from now on.”
Debbie didn’t know how to respond to that. Yes. ording to the documents, Curtis was Debbie’s…
uncle.
Her mother was Ramona Loftus, the popr singer whom she used to Like a lot. Ramona and Curtis
had the same father, but different mothers
After a long pause, she said in a hoarse voice, “Mr. Loftus, thank you for taking care of me all this time.
But let’s just be strangers from now on.”
She hated her mom for abandoning her, and she hated the Loftus family now.
Curtis’ smile disappeared. He couldn’t believe it. He had thought that
Debbie would be thrilled after learning about their true rtionship.
But she had chosen to break off all rtions with him instead.
“Debbie, I know that I shouldn’t have kept this from you. But trust me,
I bear no ill will.”