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I Gave Birth and Brought My Baby to Meet the Grandpa Who Raised Me for the First Time – The Moment He Saw Her Face, He Burst Into Tears PART 2

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I glanced toward William.

“And when I told you I was pregnant, you disappeared anyway.”

Caleb stepped closer.

“Not because I didn’t want Nora.”

“Then why?”

His hesitation frightened me more than the answer.

Finally, he spoke.

“The night you told me, I drove straight here. I made him tell me what he’d done to your mother. He confessed.”

William laughed bitterly.

“Don’t make it sound like I volunteered.”

Caleb shot him a look.

“Then he offered me a deal. Stay away from you until the baby was born, and he’d finally release the family trust—one-point-six million my grandfather left me, money he’s controlled since I was nineteen.”

I stared at Caleb.

“And you agreed?”

“I agreed. I told myself that once the baby was born and the trust was legally mine, he couldn’t control me with it anymore. Then I’d come back, tell you everything, and we’d build a life he couldn’t touch.”

“And Nora was born almost two weeks ago,” I said. “So why are you still here?”

“The transfer cleared three days ago. I was packing to leave when Dad told me Nora was still in the NICU. I didn’t even know which hospital you were in.”

I could barely believe what I was hearing.

“So you disappeared and decided I’d understand later.”

His eyes dropped to Nora.

“I told myself losing those months with you was better than letting him control the rest of our lives.”

“And you never thought I should get a say in that?”

Caleb went silent.

That silence was my answer.

I looked at him, then at William’s house.

Every man who claimed to love a woman in my family had decided what she was allowed to know.

“William decided for my mother. Grandpa decided what pieces of my own childhood I could hold. You decided when I deserved the truth.”

Caleb’s face fell.

“You let him choose what I got to know, Caleb. That’s exactly what he did to her.”

His eyes filled with tears as he looked at Nora.

“She has my eyes.”

“She does.”

His voice shook.

“Can I know her?”

Three months earlier, I would have answered as the woman who loved him.

Now I had to answer as Nora’s mother.

“Yes. You can be her father. But I’m not taking you back.”

He nodded slowly.

“I won’t disappear again. I promise.”

“Don’t promise me. Show me.”

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