When Diana arrived home with Abby, she was surprised to see Brian was home already.

"You're back early?"

Brian smiled. It seemed that Diana was getting used to having him around again.

Before Brian could answer, Diana's phone began to ring, and she left Brian and Abby together in the living room.

"Uncle Brian…" Abby pulled Brian's sleeves shyly.

"Yes, princess?"

"I…" Abby hesitated.

Brian sat down next to her on the sofa and waited patiently for her to speak.

Abby bit her lips and whispered, "Mummy said you could be my Daddy. Is it true?"

"Your Mummy said that?" Brian was elated. How quickly Diana had changed her mind!

Diana walked in and saw them whispering to each other excitedly.

"What are you guys talking about?" she inquired.

Abby hinted at Brian to keep quiet, putting a finger to her mouth.

Brian laughed at that and answered innocently, "Nothing."

Diana ignored him and said to Abby, "Baby, Uncle Chaney is coming back. Are you happy about that?"

"Yeah!" Abby clapped her hands and screamed.

Her reaction made Brian jealous. He turned to Abby and asked, "Hey, who do you like more? Me or your Uncle Chaney?"

"Both of you," Abby answered.

"No, you have to pick one," Brian said with a serious tone.

Abby thought for a while and then kissed Brian on his cheek. "OK, I choose you Dad," she murmured.

Brian was stunned, as was Diana.

"Abby, what did you say?" Diana asked harshly.

Abby pouted. She wasn't sure what she had done wrong.

But Brian was rather excited. He asked again, "Abby, what did you call me?"

"Dad," Abby said again and looked at Brian with an expectant look.

Looking at the man and the little girl before her, Diana had a complicated feeling. Maybe she was wrong. She shouldn't have hidden Abby from Brian for two years; they had missed out on so much time together.

At the same time, Antonette was on her way home from work when suddenly, someone grabbed her from behind and covered her mouth. Antonette struggled hard as she was pulled into the bushes nearby.

Antonette screamed, but her sounds were muffled by her assailant's hand. Thrown to the ground, Antonette looked up to see Carl's ugly face staring back at her.

"I haven't seen you for days, Antonette," Carl uttered coldly.

Antonette was frozen in fear. "Carl, what the f.u.c.k? Why didn't you just call me?"

"I had to come to see you so that you know how much I care."

Carl squatted down next to her and grinned. When he opened his mouth, his yellowish teeth were visible.

"Antonette, I should warn you, if you f.u.c.k me over this time, you will pay."

Carl slapped Antonette's face hard for emphasis.

"I won't let you down, Carl."

Carl then pulled out a set of photographs from his pocket and shoved them in Antonette's face.

"I have investigated Diana Anderson. A little girl is living with her."

Antonette looked through photos of Diana and Abby together in various locations. She squinted her eyes as she looked closely at the little girl's face. There was no mistaking it; the girl looked a lot like Brian.

"What should we do next?" Carl asked. He was a strong man but fairly brainless; he always needed instruction.

Antonette picked herself up and smiled.

"Don't rush. I have to make sure first. Then we will proceed with our plans." Whatever happened, she would make Diana suffer this time.

Antonette stuffed the photos into her handbag and headed for home.

When Antonette arrived at Simon's house, Simon wasn't there.

Fiona was, though, and as usual, took the opportunity to order Antonette around.

"Go and cook dinner! Simon is coming back soon. And clean the floor!" she shouted.

"Shouldn't that be done by the maid?" Antonette asked.

Fiona laughed at her. "You really think you are Little Miss William, don't you? There is no difference between you and the maid in this house!"

Antonette bit her lip and kept smiling. "OK, I am sorry. I will do it now."

Fiona was satisfied and then went upstairs to have a shower.

Antonette wrung her hands and swore under her breath, "Someday, I will make you pay for what you have done to me!"

When Simon got back, Antonette had finished preparing the dinner.

Simon asked Antonette with his eyebrows raised, "Where is Fiona?"

"I don't know. I didn't see her when I came back. Didn't she go to your office?" Antonette pretended to be surprised.

Simon felt vexed. He hadn't seen Fiona for days. Now he was back, and she wasn't here. What the hell was she doing?

"Sit down and eat them." Simon held in his anger and sat down to eat.

After dinner, Antonette sensed that Simon was still angry. And she was intent on

making him angrier.

"Mr. William, I have something for you," Antonette said.

Simon frowned at her.

She showed Simon the photos Carl had taken.

After seeing who was in the photos, Simon's expression changed completely. "Where did you get these?!"

Antonette smiled after seeing his reaction.

"One of my friends took them. Mr. William, look at them carefully. Don't you think the little girl looks like Brian?"

Simon was stunned. The girl looked so much like Brian. He recalled that Diana was pregnant when she left, but he hadn't believed it was Brian's baby. He always looked down on Diana, so he hadn't cared when she left. But with these photos, Simon was wondering whether he had made a bad decision. Could this be his granddaughter?

"Mr. William, if the girl is Brian's daughter, you can't let her live with Diana!" Antonette m.o.a.n.e.d.

"You have no proof this girl is Brian's. Do not mention this again."

Simon opted to ignore the issue for now and left Antonette standing there, enraged.

Antonette was shocked. She had forgotten that even though she was Simon's daughter, Simon didn't care at all about her, let alone Diana's child.

All the family talk made Antonette realize that, strangely, she kind of missed her own mother. When was the last time she visited Jenny? Antonette couldn't even recall.

So, Antonette stopped in a taxi and went to her mother's place.