Transmigration: Her Chosen Path
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everything was sup
ken in by my biological father. The director had delivered the news with a smile, her voice soft with som
y... it was
aw him, a strange chil
nd it wasn't because I remembered growing up with him as I had no memories of my chil
something ab
suddenly... like a ghost rising from the deepe
one... and the person she argued with was none other than this man. I didn't see his
Not anyone can take th
cruel distance masked b
sight of the father I had finally met, but from the voic
gnized him wi
nized him w
ited far too long for him to arrive. Fortunately or unfortunately, a wave of dizz
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I came to my senses, I was nestled in the back seat of a
broke th
re aw
ce... the man called my father but I
But his face quickly retu
as fake.. "The director told me you were perfectly fine this morning but I'm st
dness. S
n't foole
ture and cold eyes. "I have nothing to do with you. Nor with her." Ev
ow here he was, playing the role of a worried parent. As if his abandonment had never
't expect anyt
t and especially I don'
amily stories or excuses but
, it would be first my mother and
is father of mine
that he real
f him possibly regretting everything he did
home, let me introduce y
e faces of my two aunties and uncle then showed me another photo of a ver
se your sister hates taking pictures this is the only picture I
sis