My stepmother schemed to send me to a hotel, and by a twist of fate I stumbled into the room of the most untouchable man in the city.
At a family banquet, my sister deliberately tore at my clothes. I turned on my heel and left, only to be ambushed by my stepmother and get into a car accident. When I woke up, I had lost all my memories.
Six years later, I had a genius son by my side. He dug out the ID card I had hidden away, put his hands on his hips, and declared, “Mom, let’s go find the dad who abandoned you!”
The moment we got off the plane, a crowd surrounded us. The stern man at the front stared at my son, his face changing dramatically. “Six years. Where have you been hiding my child?”
I stared at him in bewilderment. Who on earth was this man?
