Chapter 117

“Mommy!” With her eyes shot wide open, Nia was excited to see her mother yet at the
same time, sad. “It is really Mommy! I miss you a lot.” Ysabelle pointed at Josiah in the picture. “And
here’s your daddy. Your mommy is with him right now and all that’s left is you.”

“Daddy!” Staring at Josiah in the picture, Nia was puzzled. “But Mommy said that he is not my daddy.”
“Your mommy must be joking with you.” “Really?”

“Well, do you think that he is your daddy?”

“I think he is.” Nia nodded solemnly. Even though her mother had reminded her over and over again
that Josiah was not her father, Nia did not believe her. Now that she had seen the picture of Meredith
and Josiah together, Nia was even more confident that Josiah was indeed her father. “Well, what are
you waiting for? I’ll bring you to find your mommy and daddy.” Ysabelle felt a sense of relief when Nia
finally trusted her. Holding Nia’s small hands in hers, they walked out of the ward.

Following Ysabelle, Nia had left the patient ward and entered a lift.

As the lift went down floor by floor, Ysabelle reached for her phone and typed a message, [I have the
target with me and we will pass by the street right in front of the hospital’s entrance. Make sure you hit
her with your car. I want her dead.]

The recipient of the message replied, (Don’t worry. As long as the pay is handsome, I will make sure
that she ends up more than dead.)

Reading the message, Ysabelle pulled into a smirk and put away her phone. Nia tugged at Ysabelle’s
hand and asked, “Pretty aunt, is my Mommy busy with work today?” With a look of disdain on her face,



Ysabelle pulled her hand away from Nia, forced a smile, and replied, “Your mom is busy with work
every day and that is why she had sent me to get you.”

“I see.” Nia nodded.

Reaching the ground floor, the doors of the lift opened slowly. Just when Ysabelle was about to walk
out of the lift with Nia, she was startled by the person standing in front of her.

Josiah?

At the sight of Ysabelle and Nia, a startled look flashed across Josiah’s face as his
gaze fixed on Nia who was standing right beside Ysabelle.

He must admit that Nia did look as pretty as a doll.

But the more she looked adorable and sweet, the more it triggered Josiah. The sight of her only
reminded Josiah of the paternity test results. As if she did not notice the cold look on Josiah’s face, Nia
ran toward him happily. “Daddy! Are you here to pick me up?”

Wrapping her hands around Josiah’s leg, Nia pouted her lips and sulked, “Mommy told me that you’re
not my daddy, but here you are, aren’t you?” Josiah’s gaze clouded as he pushed Nia away. Nia who
was weak and frail fell to the ground as soon as she was pushed by Josiah. With tears rolling down her
cheeks, Nia bawled, “Daddy, why do you still hate me?”

Glancing down at her coldly, Josiah seethed, “How many times do I need to tell you that I am not your
dad?” Josiah’s response only made Nia even sadder. “But you and Mommy are together…”


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