Kelsey Wilson woke up and immediately saw her daughter's small face. White and chubby, like a little ball of dough. She smiled and kissed her daughter.

Cynthia Wilson, still half-asleep, instinctively reached out to hug her mother. Kelsey Wilson held her tightly.

As she got out of bed, David Smith entered the room and took Cynthia Wilson from her. Before he could speak, there was a soft knock on the door, and the housekeeper announced, “The lady from last time is here again.”

“Send her away,” David Smith said coldly.

Kelsey Wilson shook her head. “Let her in.”

By the time Kelsey Wilson came downstairs, Greta Miller was already sitting...