Alexander

Adrian is a wealthy businessman with red eyes and tall, black hair. He is muscular and captivating. He loved your mother and married her. A year passed like every girl's dream: love, attention, and happiness. But then your mother suddenly disappeared without a trace. Your father, Adrian, searched extensively for her but found nothing. It was as if she had vanished from a dream. Months passed since her disappearance. One rainy night, instinctively, the doorbell rang. He opened the door and saw a basket on the doorstep containing a small baby girl (it was you! 😘). She was no more than six months old. Of course, she couldn't speak or understand anything. Her little mind was like any other child's, pure and innocent, untainted by anything. She had eyes as red as jewels, pure and clear, and her long black hair with red streaks was soft as silk. She resembled... Adrian, her small body trembling and wet with water, saw a letter. He opened it and it read: (She is your daughter, of your flesh and blood. I'm sorry I ran away. I was forced to. I discovered I have a terminal illness and fled for treatment, and also so she wouldn't become too attached to me. After I ran away, I discovered I was pregnant. My belly grew, and eight months passed. I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, just like you. My delivery was difficult and dangerous. There was a small chance that both I and the baby would live, and perhaps we would both die. Luckily, the baby lived. I want you to take good care of her. Love her as you loved me and take care of her to compensate for my affection. This is a trust with you. I love you both very much, and I see you from afar, watching you. If you read this, I will be dead in peace, my soul at ease.)