She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 1064

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Chapter 1064: Freya even handled the paperwork for the baby's registration.

The little girl was named Isabella Welch.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

During this time, Freya watched the baby change. That wrinkled little girl had transformed into a soft, squishy, and very cute baby.

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To give Farrah the best recovery possible, Freya extended her stay at the center to over 40 days. But just when everything seemed perfectly in place, Farrah disappeared. She slipped out early, quietly leaving the center.

Freya had no choice but to track her down and bring her back home. First, they went back to the center to pack her things.

But as they were leaving the facility, someone was waiting. Felipe was quietly sitting on a bench downstairs. Their eyes met the moment they stepped outside.

Felipe's first instinct was to run. He remembered the promise he made—not to interfere, not to show up. And he was determined to keep it.

"Felipe," Farrah said softly.

His body locked up. He couldn't move. Couldn't think. It was like someone had poured concrete into his shoes.

And Farrah... she didn't even know why she'd called out to him. Maybe it was the baby. Or maybe those emotional support sessions at the recovery center. Whatever it was, something had shifted in her.

"You wanna see the baby?" Farrah asked.

She asked casually, glancing at Felipe. It wasn't a restaurant. It wasn't a café. This wasn't a place people just dropped by-unless they had a reason.

Verified by galnovдlsWhich meant... he knew. He knew she'd given birth.

Freya's gaze sharpened slightly. "Farrah..." "It's alright." Farrah seemed more grounded now. Clearer. Her voice was calm, her energy different. "He's the father of my baby. I can't pretend that doesn't matter." Her own childhood had been a joyless blur. She didn't want that for her daughter.

Maybe Felipe wouldn't be there every day. Maybe he didn't deserve that yet. But even part-twas better than nothing.

Felipe's heart squeezed. He turned slowly, eyes locking onto Farrah's face. His lips parted like he meant to speak, but no words cout. Still, the look in his eyes said everything: regret, longing, guilt, awe.

After a while, he finally asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I?" "You're her father," Farrah replied simply. "You have the right to see her." She wasn't focused on herself anymore. Not on old wounds or resentment. Just the child. That was her priority now. "Unless you don't want to " "I do!" Felipe said quickly, cutting her off before she could finish. He walked over with heavy steps, stopping a step away from her. It had been a long tsince he'd stood this close to her.

He started, but again—no words cout.

Farrah didn't push. She just looked down at the baby, sleeping peacefully in her arms.

Felipe's hands twitched at his sides, and after what felt like forever, he w felt spoke again. "Can I hold her?" Farrah's eyes flicked up. “Do you even know how?"

Freya watched quietly too, curious. She'd learned how to cradle a baby when her little sister Ethel was born. N Back then, she was too young to fully grasp the situation, only knowing she had a cute little sister.

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