“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.”
with the blonde doctor lady near the trash bins. You told her to leave the box because the cold would take care of the problem before morning.”
At the mention of the ‘blonde lady,’ the study doors creaked wider. Dr. Pamela Ortiz stood in the threshold, flanked by a very grim-looking Mrs. Mabel. Pamela’s designer trench coat was wrinkled, her face utterly continue reading …
