-Sir, may I ask which of the baby’s parents are you?


    The nurse obediently looked at Ondo and questioned him. Retracting his wandering eyes, Ondo looked at the nurse, whose tall, handsome features made the young nurse blush immediately.


    -In the infant incubator, her mother is Melina.


    -I’ll take you there.


    The nurse smiled shyly and took the initiative. Too mesmerised by his good looks to care about his strange adjectives and the grim expression on his face.


    Soon Ondo saw the tiny figure in the infant incubator, still wrinkled and red because it was only three days old. It was quite uglypared to the other babies.


    Ondo’s eyes shed with disgust as he stared coldly at the little baby in the warmer.


    -Her baby had to be kept in the incubator for a long time because he was born prematurely and because he was not well. But the baby is doing well and in thest two days he is in a much better condition than when he was born. In the future, with a little care, the baby will be healthy.


    The nurse chattered incessantly, thinking that such a handsome, tall man must be a good and kind father, and unconsciously relieved him.


    Ondo listened to her words, but his expression became even more sombre.


    “Such a dirty, ugly, nasty brat would be better not to live long.”


    Ondo held back the tyranny of his heart and said pleasantly to the chatty nurse:


    -Excuse me, I’d like to be alone with him for a moment, is that all right?


    -Of course.


    The nurse thought that the handsome father must not want to see her sadness and grief and that is why he let himself go.


    She was sympathetic and gave him a look of encouragement before turning away.


    Finally there was silence in the room and Ondo’s eyes instantly turned cold and cruel, staring expressionlessly at the child in the incubator.


    -How ugly!


    “How can my son be such a disgusting thing!”


    -What an eyesore.


    “I would want to strangle the little thing so it would never live again to be a monstrosity. A Melina has already made my journey to retrieve Vanessa miserable, add this child…”


    “No, he must not live.”


    Ondo clenched his hands and his eyes became sombre.


    I’d have to find a way to kill him, and he wasn’t destined to live long anyway, was he?


    Ondo grimaced, no longer wanting to look at the boy who disgusted and disgusted him, and turned to leave.


    -Sir.


    Juan wiped the sweat from his brow and looked respectfully at Ondo.


    Responding nonchntly, Ondo shook the scarlet liquid in his hand and bent his head to drink it in one gulp.


    -Did you find out what you were told to find out?


    -I managed to talk to the hospital doctor, but… he won’t ept our conditions.


    -Then find a way to get them to say yes.


    Ondo spoke coldly, without a trace of emotion in his tone.


    John was distracted and nodded:


    -I will.


    -Remember, make it clean so my grandfather won’t notice anything. Heh, he wants to wait for such a filthy sinner to grow up so he can take over the Moya Group, he’s just capricious. I’d like to see what he can do after that baby is dead.


    The cup in her hand ttered loudly on the coffee table, overwhelmed by a few more tear stains.


    Juan looked down in panic, not daring to look into Ondo’s cold, desperate eyes.


    “That’s… your son.”


    In the Caza Group.


    -Mrs Vanessa, your flowers.This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.


    Vanessa frowned at therge bouquet of roses Enrique was holding, the seventh time in a week. That was one bouquet a day, each time a deep red rose.


    Hence, it now became known throughout the Group that Madame Vanessa had a suitor who adores her madly.


    Unfortunately, the flowers were delivered by the florist’s delivery man, and the order was ced online, not to mention that the other party did not leave a card, so even Vanessa did not know who had sent the flowers.


    Enrique entered with the flowers in his arms and ced them in front of Vanessa.


    He casually nced at the flowers and noticed that this time there was one more card inside.


    Wondering who it was, he approached the card.


    Do you like the nine hundred and ny-nine roses I sent you?


    A week without interruption, onerge bouquet at a time, which turned out to total an astonishing nine hundred and ny-nine flowers.


    And the familiar handwriting was Ondo.


    Vanessa felt physically disgusted and looked at the roses with an even colder and more disgusted look.


    -Take it out and throw it away.


    Henry froze, the previous flower would spend at least a day in the president’s office, but today?


    -All right.


    Though puzzled, Henry asked no more questions, picked up the bouquet again, and left.


    -Tell the reception that no one cane directly without an appointment.


    -Yes.


    Even when the flowers were taken away, the whole office was filled with the sweet, cloying scent of roses, which also made Vanessa feel sick. She got up with a cold face, went to the window and opened it.


    He felt sick to his stomach at Ondo’s tactics.


    He stood by the window for a long time until the foul sweet smell dissipated before returning to his desk. Before he could sit down, his phone vibrated violently.


    It was Dn’s.


    He looked at the flickering pages of his phone with aplicated expression, his hands clenched.


    Since he left, she has deliberately avoided Dn, refraining from thinking about him and not answering the phone eight times out of ten.


    This man, too dangerous, more dangerous than Ondo, and she instinctively wanted to get away.


    Vanessa knew she was no match for Dn and that she could not read his mind.


    Vanessa was relieved when the phone finally hung up automatically.


    He forced himself to turn his attention back to his work and stop thinking about all that nonsense.


    -Uf.


    It was already 8. 30 p. m. when she finished thest document. Vanessa switched off theputer and rubbed her sore neck.


    -Enrique, get out of work.


    -Good. Mrs Vanessa, drive safely at night.


    Enrique nodded and finished packing his things and left, while Vanessa didn’t stay long and left with her bag.


    His car was in the underground car park on the negative ground floor. Now there were only about half of the cars left in the car park so far.


    Vanessa listened to his footsteps and concentrated on finding her car.


    Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back.


    -Ah!


    Vanessa screamed in horror and mmed her elbow into the person behind her.


    -It’s me.


    -Dn? What the hell is wrong with you?


    Showing up out of nowhere to hug was a shock to anyone, right?


    Vanessa shouted angrily, bursting out in foulnguage for the first time despite her image.


    She already had an intention to kill Dn right now because of the scare!