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When she was sure that she had gone far away from the hospital, she crouched down on the side walk and started shedding the tears that she had been trying so hard to hide.

"How did my life turn to this? What did I ever do wrong to them that they have to treat me this way?" She thought.

Suddenly, she thought about her late mother and cried harder.

"I'm so sorry mom, for disappointing you. I'm so sorry for being a bad daughter. I'm sorry for everything." She said.

"Miss. Are you okay?" She heard someone asking but didn't reply.

The person left later after bearing the shame of being ignored by her.

She suddenly stood up when remembered something. She ransacked through her bag until she finally found what she was looking for. It was the note the stranger had left for her. She always took it wherever she went.

She stared at the note happily.

"I'm not going to bear this burden alone. He should at least know that I'm carrying his child." She thought.

She boarded a cab and set out to the location written on the note. She got there in no time and came out of the cab. She stared at her surroundings in astonishment. The Villa screamed of money.

Though she came from a wealthy family, she had never seen such luxury like this before. After gawking for a while, she decided to go in and meet with the stranger.

She pressed the door bell multiple times before the security officer answered her. He opened the door and assessed her for a while and scoffed in annoyance.

"What do you want?" He asked rudely holding a displeased look.

"I'm looking for the owner of this house." She answered looking around.

"Who are you to him? Does he know you or if you were coming?" He asked again.

"No but he asked me to find him here. So I guess he knows I'm coming." She said.

"How?" He asked.

"Here, he gave me this note." She said placing the note on his palm.

He scrutinized it for a while before returning his eyes to her.

"This means nothing. Do you know how many girls like you have used this tactic to try and see him? You are not the first lady nor will you be the last so just leave here while I'm being nice." He warned.

"I'm telling you the truth. Why would I lie about something like that?" She asked trying to reason with him.

"And why would boss want to meeet somone like you?" He asked back eyeing her from up to down.

She stared down at her body. She knew she didn't look too good but she just couldn't take his insults anymore. She raised her head to glare at him angrily.

"Mister, just because I'm here like this doesn't mean you have to look down on me...."

"What's going on there?" She was cut off by a female voice.

She stared at the person that the words came from and couldn't believe her eyes. The woman would be in her late fifties but she look so young and beautiful. She was richly dressed and didn't look like a worker, more like a goddess.

"What is going on here?" The erderly woman asked again.

"Madam, this lady....." The security officer eyed Rosalie angrily "... was asking to see the young master but I didn't let her in." He said.

"Why not?" She asked.

"I think she's just one of this ladies that are throwing themselves at the young master." He explained.

"You can't just send away all of his visitors just because of your thoughts towards women. You know what, go away. I'll handle this." She said.

"But madam..."

"Didn't you hear what I had just said?" She asked looking displeased.

"Okay madam." He said and left.

Risalie was still gawking at the woman's beauty.

"Young lady, why are you looking for the young master?" The woman asked snapping Rosalie at of her reverie.

"I have to tell him something very important madam." She replied.

"Which is?" The woman asked again.

"I'm sorry madam, but it's a private matter." Rosalied answered respectfully.

"Okay then. But you're too late. If had come here earlier, you would have been able to see him. He just left for the airport. He has business overseas." She explained.

Rosalie felt like her heart was shattering into pieces at the news.

"Why today of all days?" She thought.

"Do you want me to leave a message for him?" The woman asked.

"Sure. Here's my number." She said and wrote her phone number on a piece of paper. She gave it to the woman

"Please just tell him it's from the girl he met at the hotel two months ago." Rosalie said.

"Hotel???" The woman asked staring at her suspiciously.

"Yes." Rosalie replied.

"Uhm... okay. Anything else?" She asked again.

"No thank you. I'll take my leave." Rosalie said and left.

She boarded a taxi again back to her home. She reached home in no time and went in.

There, she saw all her belongings scattered outside with her father Robert screaming at the top of his lungs.

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