HUDSON'S POVI looked at Clark, who shook his head in disbelief. "It couldn't be." I sat up as I remembered Aceia's reaction when we saw each other at the mall with Alison. "She hid her pregnancy at me…"I shook my head and laughed and cried like a madman. I didn't know how to feel."So, Alison is really your daughter?" Sanchez asked, confused."Do you know how many times I've asked for that?" I laughed and asked Clark and Sanchez, who were just looking at me, "So, for five years my daughter didn't have a father on her side? Why is this happening to me? Two of my kids grow up without a father." I washed my face with both hands. "Do you know that feeling of being useless? I didn't give the love that my daughter deserves."I stood up in so much frustration. I needed to let it out. I clenched my fist and punched the wall near me. Pain sipped through my knuckles, but I didn't stop. I punched the wall until I couldn't raise my hand anymore. I rubbed my tear-filled eyes. I was crying in so m

ACEIA'S POVIt's been one month, and we can be discharged from the hospital today. I'm glad that we can finally go home. Hudson takes care of everything.Hudson didn't let us go home until the doctor said that it was safe to go. Hudson was so anxious that he really wanted to talk to our doctor so that he could be aware."Daddy, I'm excited to show you my awards and medals. Mommy says you are smart, so I give my best to have my achievements so that if we meet, I can have something to show you so that you will be proud of me," Alison said while Hudson was feeding her food."That's my girl. But baby, you don't have to have a medal so that I can be proud of you. I'm already proud because you're my daughter."Hudson softly caressed Alison's hair, then looked at Knoxx, who happened to be there to visit me and my daughter."Hey, bud, can you contact Wilson for me? Please tell him that he needs to fill my refrigerator in my house with food and then buy me another refrigerator for other food li

ACEIA'S POVWe came back from Hong Kong Disney Land, and it was the most fantastic week that I have experienced in my life, especially since we are complete as a family. but I didn't expect that it would end the happiness I felt.When I saw the woman who caused me pain,As I watched Marthina, who had previously been weak and battling illness, approach the room with fresh ease and improvement, the air in Hudson's elegantly decorated house seemed to thicken with tension. When Hudson suddenly saw her sitting on the couch, her graceful figure stood in strong contrast to the images of her battling a fatal illness. His eyes widened.Hudson, trying to mask his surprise, managed to stammer, "Marthina? I... I didn't expect you here. I told you if you need anything, just call my secretary and he will arrange it for you."A subtle smile played on Marthina's lips as she responded, "Well, life is full of surprises, isn't it? I wanted to see you, not your secretary."Hudson, recovering from the init

ACEIA'S POVI used to have so much wonderful family time, but the burden of running the family business left me exhausted, and my daughter Alison would sulk even on the weekends. I was determined to stop this cycle, so I made the decision to finish work early today and give my scheduled time for bonding with her and Hudson top priority.“Ma’am, you have a board meeting in 30 minutes, followed by a lunch meeting with Mr. Perales. I've arranged a restaurant reservation for that,” my secretary informed me, her voice cutting through the endless stack of reports I was sifting through."Okay, just let me know when it's time for lunch," I replied, my focus still immersed in the sea of paperwork that demanded my attention.While I was signing documents, my secretary gently reminded me that the board members were still waiting. He nodded, and I got up, gathered up my coat, and made my way to the boardroom, wondering aloud if Marthina, who had always been concerned about the company, would be am

ACEIA'S POVMy mind was jumbled with doubts as I looked at the man in front of us. His manner was sincere, yet there was a persistent suspicion that persisted in the back of my mind. Was he trustworthy? Are we to believe all he said? My eyes studied his facial expressions, searching for any hints while she considered these questions.I questioned whether there was a process for figuring out what defines authenticity or a guide that explained how to deal with the complexities of trust. As the silence lingered between them, I thought about the importance of every word that was said. Was there a clue in his eyes—a slight change in the way he held himself—that would expose the truth?As I kept talking to myself, I fought with the problem of making choices based solely on beliefs. What actions should I take to make sure I'm not misled if I decide to trust? I felt the weight of the situation pressing down on me, forcing me to choose between being sincere and lying. I realized that the way fo