He Threw Me Out At Six And Came Back Twenty Years Later To Marry Into My Family Chapter 08

My mother sat frozen.

Her face was white as paper.

Liora stared at her in disbelief.

“Mom…”

My mother opened her mouth but no sound came out.

My father reacted fast.

“What happened back then-I lost control of my emotions.”

He made the mistake sound trivial.

“But afterward, we never stopped looking for Elowen.”

I looked at him.

“Did you?”

The screen jumped to the next page.

Internal Hale Enterprises emails.

Subject: Risk management plan for the eldest daughter incident.

The contents were crystal clear.

One: Do not admit the head of the family left the young girl by the road.

Two: Unified external statement-suspected taken by unknown persons.

Three: Driver, nanny, and all personnel present that day sign NDAs.

Four: Contact relevant media. Emphasize Mr. and Mrs. Hale’s grief and their tireless search for their daughter.

Five: If the Voss family continues placing missing-person notices, use connections to blur the identity link and avoid public backlash.

Below it was my father’s reply.

“Proceed.”

Someone in the audience gasped.

I kept scrolling.

Hush-money transfer records.

Lawyer risk assessments.

Orders to delete garage and intersection surveillance.

And the Hales’ press releases to media.

The headline was almost ironic:

Beloved Daughter Suspected Abducted-Hale CEO Searches All Night.

I looked at my father.

“You didn’t fail to find me.”

“You were afraid to claim me.”

“Because you knew that the moment Elowen Hale came back, she’d tell everyone you left her by the traffic.”

A vein pulsed at my father’s temple.

“Elowen Voss, to tear down Hale Enterprises, you’d even resort to forging documents?”

Elias spoke calmly.

“All materials have been notarized and submitted to the relevant authorities.”

Matriarch Clara sat in the audience, her face terrifyingly cold.

“Mr. Hale, you’d better think carefully before you speak.”

My father closed his eyes.

When he opened them, he put on that grieving look again.

“Even if we didn’t handle things perfectly back then, you can’t deny the twenty years we spent helping missing children.”

“Starlight Haven has helped many families.”

I smiled.

“Then let’s look at Starlight Haven.”

The account records filled the big screen.

Public donations, transferred one by one into Hale-affiliated companies.

Child safety campaigns, actually run by an event company owned by Hale relatives.

Psychological aid projects, fees flowing to my mother’s favorite brand consulting team.

In the foundation’s annual reports, my father’s “searching father” story was packaged over and over.

Every funding round, every policy application, every charity gala-he carried that photo of a six-year-old girl.

I said, “You weren’t looking for Elowen Hale.”

“You were using Elowen Hale.”

“After

you threw her away, you turned her into a symbol, a label, and a bargaining chip.”

“You used her disappearance for endorsements, her photo for tears, her name to keep Hale Enterprises

alive.”

Someone in the Hale shareholders’ section stood up.

“Mr. Hale, are these accounts real?”

The foundation regulator’s representative looked grim and was already on the phone.

Camera shutters clicked nonstop.

My father finally dropped the act.

He looked at me, eyes cold.

“Elowen Voss, what right do you have to speak for Elowen Hale?”

My mother stood up like she’d grabbed a lifeline.

“Yes, let Elowen come out!”

She cried out, “Where is my daughter? If the Voss family really knows where she is, why won’t they let her

see me?”

“Elowen, Mom has searched for you for twenty years. Come out and see Mom, please?”

How ridiculous.

With evidence right in front of her, she was still acting.

I lowered my head and unclasped my watch.

On the inside of my wrist, a faint old scar showed.

The cut I’d gotten on the hospital bed rail.

The hospital’s archived photo appeared on screen.

Six-year-old Elowen Hale curled on the bed, the same spot, the same scar.

Next page.

Forensic kinship testing.

Conclusion-Elowen Voss has a biological parent-child relationship with Mr. and Mrs. Hale.

The room was so quiet you could hear people breathing.

I looked up at them.

“You’ve been looking for Elowen Hale all this time, haven’t you?”

“I’m her.”

“I’m the Elowen Hale you left by Ridgeway Access Road twenty years ago-the one who almost died in

traffic.”