Chapter 57. Who Are You, Anton?

Cristine's POV

I watched how they hugged each other. I don't want to believe what I am seeing right now.

"Oh, God, Mikaella! We're searching for you everywhere!" Aron said as he caressed Ella's back.

"I'm fine, daddy. Mom takes care of me well."

I saw how Aron's eyebrows furrowed.

"Mom? You mean your mommy Jannah?" he asked, puzzled.

"Oh, I mean Mom Cristine." She pointed to me with her index finger.

I'm still here, standing, and I couldn't move. Aron and I looked at each other. I don't know what he was thinking right now.

"You know my daughter?" he asked.

And that explains everything. I already had a hint about it, but I chose not to believe my instinct. But why? Of all the people, why him? That's the question I always asked the world.

I regained my composure and gave them a half-smile. I walked towards them and held Ella's shoulder.

"I saw her at the street; she said that she doesn't want to go home because her gran