Lana was surprised. She looked at my daughter in disbelief and caressed her face with trembling hands.


    "Tell me. How old are you?"


    My daughter gestured with her fingers and told Lana as I had told her. “Four."


    Instantly, Lana''s eyes dimmed. She mumbled, "You look so much like me."


    The girl in front of her looked exactly like her when she was little.


    My heart was pounding. Lana''s expression told me something was wrong. Afraid that she might find out, I hurried to my daughter to take her away.


    A five or six-year-


    old boy suddenly called out, "Liar! Didn''t you say you were five years old just now?"


    My daughter looked up at me, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Mom, I forgot."


    I closed my eyes. I had to face reality.


    The good thing was that Antonio had a son, and his parents had a grandson. None of them could take my daughter away from me.


    They asked Vivian who my daughter was. When she looked at me, nodded.


    After the wedding, my daughter and I went to the Kaufmans'' old


    I residence with Antonio''s parents. In the car, Lana held my daughter all the time. She adored the girl.


    Even Antonio''s dad smiled, which was a rare sight.


    gaze


    Antonio was thest one to enter the


    house. He was ecstatic. His ga followed my daughter all the time. When the houseworker took my daughter outside for fun, I finally spoke.


    "She''s my daughter. I won''t let you keep her."


    Sensing that I was determined, Lana disyed her tough side.


    "She''s our granddaughter. You can''t take her with you. How much do you want? Just tell me."


    The conversation was going nowhere. I grabbed my purse to leave.


    Antonio stopped me at the door.


    "You''ve done a great job raising our daughter. My mom doesn''t have the final say.


    I could feet how excited he was. And


    he


    b several times tenderer the


    Despite everything, his


    er


    mollified me a lot.


    "You have a son, and you two have a grandson. Why do you have to take my daughter away from me?"


    The expressions of Antonio and his parents changed instantly.


    Antonio


    was


    4oked nonchnt as if I didcern him. And his parents about something than et


    disyed a look of disgust


    Was this really happening? That boy was their precious grandson!