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“Sir, I found your son beside the dumpster outside your mansion,” a soaking wet little girl said as she handed over a crying baby wrapped in a black trash bag. The billionaire, declared sterile twelve years earlier, didn’t panic. He stared into the child’s eyes and asked, “Who sent you here to play this sick game?” The little girl pointed a trembling finger at the top of the grand staircase, whispering, “The lady who told us to throw him away.”

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little Daisy.

I returned to the manor hours before dawn, the silence of the estate feeling less like peace and more like a crime scene. In the kitchen, bathed in the pale light of the refrigerator, I found Charlee standing on a step-stool. She was painstakingly measuring powdered formula into a bottle, her small brow furrowed in deep concentration.

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