Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband

Now that they had found their daughter, her emotions could only be imagined – how excited and thrilled she must be.

During this time, it was inevitable that she might neglect some things that were originally in their lives.

As time went on, things would naturally return to normal. He was clear about that.

“It’s not necessary. After all, Camila is your biological daughter. Why should I have to give you any time to decide who you should love? It’s up to you,” Camila said unexpectedly calmly, but her words were full of thorns and irony.

“Camila, what do I need to say to make you understand?” Baxter had never felt so mentally exhausted before, and couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

Perhaps they had pampered Camila too much since she was young, creating her capricious and arrogant character today.

Seeing her father’s increasingly irritated expression, Camila also couldn’t help but be taken aback.

No matter what, she didn’t want a rift to form between Emily and her father because of her.

“Alright, Dad, I understand what you mean. I’ll try my best to get along with Emily, but please give me some time. After all, I didn’t like her from the start, and I can’t treat her like a sister right away,” Camila said suddenly, with a shift in her tone, surprising Baxter who was rubbing his temples.

It seemed that as long as they reasoned with her, Camila wasn’t an unreasonable child.

“Can you really think that way?” he looked at her with some relief.

Camila only glanced at him briefly before standing up, “I’m a little tired, I want to go upstairs and rest for a while, Dad. Good afternoon.”

Having said that, she had already stood up and walked directly towards the staircase entrance in the middle of the Living Room, passing by the marble tea table.

Seeing his daughter’s retreating figure, Baxter naturally felt reassured as long as she could come around.

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In the Bedroom on Second Floor, Angela Reid took out a wooden photo album with dozens of baby photos inside.

The two sat at the Head of the Bed, looking through the photos one by one.

“This one is when you were just born,” Angela pointed to a photo taken in an Overseas Hospital.

In the photo, the baby’s eyes were gently closed, her little hand tightly grasping her finger, looking so warm and cute.

Emily felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

She remembered as a child, when looking at her classmates’ birth photos, she had also asked her Dear Parents at home what her own birth photos looked like.

At that time, Wilson Carter and Clarissa Adams were both taken aback.

Later, they took out photos of her around One Year old, saying that at the time they were abroad, and they accidentally left her birth photos behind when they returned to their country.

Thinking about it now, it all seemed to make sense.

When her parents met her, she had already been more than eight months old. How could they possibly have her birth photos?

As for her Little Brother Wallace Carter, there were heaps of birth photos that made her extremely envious. She thought they were adorable and full of novelty!

Emily looked through the photos one by one, and in the pictures, she went from closed eyes to open eyes, from a tiny face to a gradually chubby baby. The changes were recording her slow growth.

“This one…” Seeing the last page, Emily was dumbstruck.

Angela Reid looked at her with confusion, “What’s wrong?”

Emily raised her head, looked at her Mother Angela Reid, then turned around and fetched her handbag.