On Children’s Day, My Future Daughter Called—He Got Exposed Chapter 09

On Children’s Day, My Future Daughter Called—He Got Exposed Chapter 09

As soon as Gavin left the airport, he went straight to my company.

He waited until evening, when Carter and I came out together.

The two of us were still laughing and debating the day’s proposal.

The moment we stepped outside, Carter stopped.

I followed his gaze and saw a familiar figure.

Gavin stood beneath the streetlight, staring blankly at me.

I instinctively turned to walk the other way, but Gavin rushed over and was nearly hit by a passing car.

He grabbed my hand hard enough to hurt.

“Gavin! Are you ever going to stop?”

“You told me not to come back, and I did exactly that. So what are you doing now?”

Gavin met my eyes, his own bloodshot and frantic.

He shook his head and explained in a panic, “Wendy, don’t be like this. I know I was wrong.”

“Come back with me. I’ll never do it again. I’ll send Hailey away right now.”

A chill spread from the bottom of my heart, and I found it even harder to understand how I had ever loved a man like him.

“Let go!”

In the next second, a man slammed a heavy punch into Gavin’s face.

“She told you to let go. Are you deaf?”

Carter was not satisfied with just one punch, so he stepped forward and kicked him a few more times.

Gavin curled up on the ground in a pathetic mess, shielding his head.

I knew Carter was doing it to vent my anger for me.

“Let’s go.”

I took Carter’s hand and left.

Over the next few days, Gavin stood downstairs outside my company every single day.

Rumors began spreading through the office.

With no other choice, I called my dad.

My dad used his connections to create quite a few problems for Grant Ventures.

Gavin had no other option and had to return home first.

The first thing he did after getting back was call Hailey.

No one answered. He assumed she had gone shopping somewhere again.

When he walked into the house, he found a dried pool of blood on the floor.

He asked the building security staff and learned that after he left that day, Hailey had miscarried.

The ambulance had arrived too late. By the time it got there, the baby was already gone.

Hailey had also vanished.

Not long after that, Grant Ventures declared bankruptcy after its cash flow collapsed.

Gavin completely broke down.

Once everyone saw him for what he truly was, they all stayed away from him.

For months after the bankruptcy, he drank himself senseless in a rented room.

He flew to Vancouver again and again.

But he never saw me again.

Three years later, Carter and I returned home together.

My father officially handed the company over to me.

Carter naturally inherited the Shaw Group, and the two of us shifted from rivals to partners.

When Gavin heard I had come back, he waited downstairs outside my company.

He was holding a ring. When he saw me walk out, he dropped to his knees.

“Wendy, please give me one more chance.”

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

I did not even spare him a glance.

I turned around, had my people beat him badly, and sent him to a private care facility owned by the Winters family.

I told them to take very good care of him.

The fact that I did not make him pay with his life was already an act of mercy.

When Carter and I went up north to visit one of the factories and purchase raw materials, we ran into Hailey at a late-night food-truck lot.

She had filled out quite a bit, and life had left visible marks on her once delicate face.

The child beside her was adorable, with big, bright eyes that blinked sweetly.

Hailey and I met each other’s eyes, and she lowered her head to hide.

I had wanted to go over and say hello, but seeing that, I stopped.

She had indeed done some wrong things.

But when I was bullied as a child, she was always the one who stepped in front of me.

When other kids called me motherless, she covered my ears and cursed them all out for me.

I would not erase the good she had done for me just because she had made mistakes.

Maybe it was the smoke from the grill. Hailey kept her head lowered.

Tears slid from the corners of her eyes, fell into the charcoal, and evaporated.

The little girl took my hand, innocent and bright.

“Ma’am, would you like a grilled skewer?”

I stroked her head as a strange emotion welled up inside me.

“What’s your name?”

“My name is Annie Hayes.”

I nodded and slipped a prepaid debit card with no PIN into her pocket.

“Annie, thank you.”

She did not understand. She only smiled and ran off.

Thank you for saving me.

I hope that from now on, both of our lives will be safe, peaceful, and free of trouble.