Chapter 1273
John approached Aunt Wanda and stopped right in front of her. He looked at the baby that
was sleeping soundly in her arms, and a soft look surfaced in his eyes.
He turned to Aunt Wanda and smiled politely. “I suppose you’re Wanda?”
Aunt Wanda was startled by this. “How did you know?”
“I’m John, the father of this child.”
Aunt Wanda was flabbergasted by this revelation.
She turned to Ben as if to seek confirmation.
Ben nodded at her from a distance as he could not get close to her.
Aunt Wanda frowned. “You… What are you doing here? This child belongs to
Miss Sherry. She gave birth to her and you don’t have any right to take her away.”
John chuckled mockingly. “As if she’d ever exist if not for
me.”
Aunt Wanda grimaced and continued clutching onto the baby tightly.
John motioned. “Aunt Wanda, please hand her over.”
Aunt Wanda refused to budge.
Several bodyguards began to approach her.
Aunt Wanda was shivering
with fright by this point as she shouted and protested, “This is Miss Sherry’s child, don’t even think abo
ut it!”
John remarked with a calm smile, “They won’t be rough with her. Just hand me the baby peacefully and
I promise you that nothing will happen to her.”
Aunt Wanda eyed him suspiciously and adamantly held onto Caprice.
John remarked in a slightly threatening voice, “I’m sure you don’t want them to wake her up either.”
Aunt Wanda felt her voice caught in her throat.
Even if she refused to hand her over, these men would take her away by force, one way or another.
Caprice was a baby, frail and weak. If anything were to happen to her amid the struggle…
With that in mind, she heaved a long sigh and reluctantly handed Caprice over.
John carefully took the baby.
He felt the tender, soft skin of his daughter. There was now a measured gentleness in his gesture as if
he was handling a priceless jewel. It
seemed to him that the slightest force would disrupt the baby from her sleep.
Slowly and carefully, he took her in his arms and pressed her against his chest.
He gazed at her chubby little face. He felt a warm and fuzzy feeling swelling inside him.
This was his daughter, the daughter of John Stockton.
He was a father.
Her cheeks were rosy and fleshy, she was just as cute, if not more so than Odell’s children.
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He smiled with pride, then turned to ask Aunt Wanda. ” Where’s Sherry right now?”
Aunt Wanda’s eyes twitched. “I don’t know.”
John turned to Ben again.
Ben answered crossly, “I don’t know either.”
John made a look and proceeded to sit on the edge of the bed with Caprice in his arms. He noticed
a paper pasted on the wall with something written on it.
The name of the mother and baby was written on the sign. The mother was Sherry Fowler and the
baby was Caprice Fowler.
A deep look appeared in his eyes, then he shot a look at Peter. “Find her.”
Peter nodded and marched outside immediately.
He stumbled into a nurse as soon as he stepped out of the
room.
He quickly enquired, “Hi, could I know where Sherry Fowler is? She’s
the mother residing inside this ward.‘
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The
nurse answered dutifully, “Miss Sherry should be in the middle of her postpartum inspection, it’s located
Peter turned to look at John.
John was hunched over and looking at his daughter dotingly. He ordered them without averting his eyes
“Understood.” Peter immediately summoned two bodyguards to go with him.
The room immediately fell silent after that.
The two remaining bodyguards were vigilantly standing guard a short distance away from John.
Ben and Aunt Wanda stood together awkwardly. She was warily staring at John. Meanwhile, Ben sneak
reached for his phone and sent a text message to someone.
After about ten minutes, Peter returned.
He went straight to John with a frown zipped across his brows. He informed him in a hushed voice, “Sir,
second floor but found no signs of Miss Sherry. The nurses mentioned that she was
there minutes ago but suddenly disappeared. They don’t know where she could’ve gone.
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