"Ana, I really regret it, I''m sorry. Back then, I thought you were still so young, I couldn''t let a kid hold you back." Salma said, beating herself up, "It''s all my fault." Then, Salma pulled out a photo from her phone, "This is the kid, take a look."


    Hearing that it was a photo of her daughter, Anastasia immediately took the phone, and looking at the child in the photo, her sadness and guilt surged uncontrobly.


    The photo was the one Salma took when the child was just born, a tiny face, hands, and feet, simply too cute.


    "This is my daughter." Anastasia murmured. She was extremely emotional, her hand shaking slightly as she stroked the phone screen.


    Most newborns looked pretty simr, and a baby''s appearance changed every day, making big changes within just a year. Looking at the photo, Anastasia couldn''t imagine what her daughter looked like now.


    Salma also stared at the photo, saying, "The kid should be four and a half years old. I have no idea what she looks like now."


    Anastasia covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Looking at her daughter''s photo, she felt a strong urge to hold her.


    "Mom, I''ve never held her, named her, bought her a dress, or even fed her." Anastasia had so many regrets. This was her child after all.


    Maternal love was so strong, even after losing her memory, just seeing her daughter''s photo made Anastasia emotional,


    Salma wiped away her tears, trying topose herself, "Ana, think this through. If you go find her now, how will you exin her existence to your husband? I''ve kept this from you, only hoping you could live a happy life."


    "Monica said the same thing to me, mom. No matter what Herman decides, I must find my daughter. Only when she''s back with me, growing up in front of my eyes, will I be at peace." Anastasia took a deep breath, "I don''t want to live with regret for the rest of my life." Salma understood Anastasia''s feelings, sighing, "It''s all fate. We have our own hard luck."


    Back in the day, Salma couldn''t bear to abort the child, so she became a single mother for over twenty years, all to avoid lifetime regret.


    Just as Tavon returned to the hotel, Ashley immediately asked, "Where have you been for so long? You haven''t seen your ex for over twenty years. Are you thinking of getting back with her?"


    "Weren''t you the one who told me to go see her? Why are you getting jealous now?" Tavon took off his coat, seriously saying, "I''m doing this for Sandy."


    Hearing it was for their daughter, Ashley didn''t press any further, only reminding him, "Just remember, your wife for life is me. I won''t stand for my husband cheating with another woman."


    "Salma''s old now. Her face is all wrinkles. She''s not as pretty as you. I feel nothing when I see her. Don''t worry." Tavon held Ashley''s shoulders, sweet-talking her, "If it wasn''t for Sandy, I wouldn''t even go see her."


    Hearing this, Ashley was very pleased. Tavon indeed had a way with women.


    Compared to Salma, Ashley was full of confidence in herself. These years, she had invested a lot of money in facial care, keeping herself well maintained. Compared to Salma, who worked a regr job, there was no contest. Tavon also enjoyed this feeling of being fought over by women.


    Ashley''s mood improved, and her attitude softened. She asked, "How was Salma''s attitude towards you today?"


    "I put the equity transfer document in front of her, and told her I''ve got a house prepared for her and Anastasia. Her attitude has improved significantly, I believe she will agree toe back to Willowbrook with us soon." Tavon said, "Once we''re in Willowbrook, things will be much easier." Ashley sneered, I knew she''s a vain woman. She was attracted to your wealth back then, but pretended to love you. Now you house, and she immediately changes her tune. Once all this is over, I''m taking back that house, it''s for Sandy." mention a