My Husband’s Heir Cost Him His Own Daughter Chapter 50

My Husband’s Heir Cost Him His Own Daughter Chapter 50

My father’s face was livid. He grabbed the golf club by the fireplace and started for the door.

I looked at the man outside, who looked like he was about to collapse, and I stopped him.

“Dad, let me,” I said. “If I don’t make things clear now, he’ll never stop. I’m tired. I don’t want any more connection to him.”

“All right, then give me the baby—”

My mother reached for Claire, but I held on tight.

“No, Mom. I’m taking her with me.”

The moment I stepped out of the house holding Claire, the madness in Carter’s eyes transformed into a blinding joy.

“Amelia, the baby… Is that… Is that our child?”

His whole body was trembling.

His eyes were locked on the baby in my arms.

The tiny girl was looking around curiously, her eyes a deep, familiar blue.

Her little hand grasped at the air, and the shape of her mouth was an exact copy of mine.

Recognition, shock, ecstasy… and then a tidal wave of regret.

Carter’s eyes reddened.

This man, who never showed a hint of weakness, was crying so hard he could barely speak.

“Amelia… she’s our daughter, isn’t she? Our daughter!”