'If only… if only it had really been someone important…' Her chest tightened painfully. 'Anyone but him…'
She had once desperately hoped that the child's father might be someone powerful... someone from Adam's circle.
But now, that fragile hope had long been shattered, leaving behind only frustration and humiliation.
Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and looked at the cleaner coldly.
"I'll give you five hundred thousand dollars," she said firmly. "In exchange, you disappear from my life. Never contact me again."
The cleaner raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Why would I give up my own child?" he asked, his tone almost mocking.
He straightened slightly, his expression turning arrogant.
"You're looking down on me now, aren't you?" he continued. "But mark my words… one day, I'll be more successful than Adam."
His voice grew colder as he added, "And when that day comes, you'll come begging me to accept this child… but I won't."
