Winning Her Heart Back

 Biological Daughter

Emmie quickly pushed herself to her feet, afraid she might crush her child.

She glared at him in anger. "What exactly do you

u want?"

Charles glared back at her. "Emmie, don't think I don't know that you intentionally took a job at the Westward Club, purposely ran into me, and deliberately showed me your pitiful situation."

Emmie sat up straight. "Believe it or not, I only took the job at the Westward Club because the money is good. I need the money. I'm not as complicated as you think I am."

After she caught her breath, she said, "Mr. Davis... Mr. Davis, years ago, you took me in because my name was similar to Emelie's.

"I was with you for six months, fully committed, but you chose to believe the lies of other women who accused me of cheating rather than trust my innocence. That is why you kicked me out."

"I have been away from you for over two years and have never appeared before you again. I thought that was more than enough, but why do you do this to me all the time? If I had known that it would come to this, I would have preferred never to have met you or crossed your path."

Charles narrowed his eyes. After a few seconds, he stepped forward and pulled a few strands of hair from the child.

Mia cried out in pain. She covered her head and burst into tears.

Emmie rushed forward and tried to grab the hair back. "What are you doing?"

Charles raised his hand, holding the strands of hair out of her reach.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

He stared at her. "You better not have done something stupid."

He didn't continue to argue with her and strode out the door with an order to his men. "Keep an eye on her. Don't let her get away until I've got the results."

"Yes, sir!" his men replied.

Charles took the hair to the hospital for a paternity test, and the results came out quickly, in just two hours.

"Mr. Davis." His secretary rushed over and handed him the freshly printed results.

Charles quickly took the documents and skimmed through them. The DNA paternity test report clearly stated that Mia was his daughter.

Charles crumpled the paper up into a ball and clenched his teeth as he let out a bitter laugh. "She actually dared to do this!"

He was about to rush off to confront Emmie when his phone rang, and his subordinate reported, "Mr. Davis! Emmie has escaped with the child!"

Charles was furious. "Are all of you useless? How could you let a woman and a child escape?"

His subordinate explained nervously, "She started a fire and took the opportunity to escape while we were putting it out."

Charles was about to explode with anger. "Then why are you wasting time talking to me? Go after them!" His subordinate hastily ended the call.

Charles was on the brink of smashing his phone.

The only thing on his mind at that moment was the fact that Emmie had boldly hidden his child from him and had the nerve to not tell him. He was determined to find her and make her pay for what she'd done!

Charles couldn't calm down throughout the morning and afternoon. He was still processing the fact that he had a two-year-old daughter.

A daughter... A daughter who could walk, talk, and even smile.

His emotions were mixed. He felt a strange sense of joy after his initial anger.

Charles was an only child, and his parents were divorced, so they lived far apart. He never had many relatives around him. That was why he cared so much for his cousin Elena, who was one of his few family members.

But now, he had a child of his own, a child who was truly his blood. The more Charles thought about it, the more he laughed.

However, that happiness didn't last long.

His subordinate reported that they had searched every nook and cranny of the slum but still hadn't found Emmie.

The subordinate sensed the impending wrath from Charles and hurriedly made amends by saying," However, she hasn't collected her wages from the Westward Club yet! If she really needs money, she won't miss out on her salary! We can keep an eye on the Westward Club! She's bound to turn up!"

Charles' expression remained grim. Just as he was about to say something, his phone rang again.

He pulled out his phone, annoyed.

However, when he saw the caller ID reading "Emelie," he gathered himself before answering. "Ms. Pierce, what's the matter?"

Emelie smiled. "Mr. Davis, did you forget that we had a tea appointment at 3:30?"

Charles paused as he finally remembered. He patted his forehead and quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Something urgent came up, and I completely forgot about this. I'll be right there. Ms. Pierce, please give me another fifteen minutes."

Emelie replied, "Alright."

After he hung up, Charles sighed and ordered his men. "Alert the Westward Club that if she shows up, they're to detain her immediately! Keep searching! Don't let her leave Capebatt City!"

"Yes, sir!" his men replied.