The Rejected Hybrid

"Mr. Holt, shes pregnant."

"Pregnant?"

"The child is over two months old."

Liam Holts usually icy gaze constricted at the mention of the word child.

It had only been that one night; how could this have happened...

Gregory Xanders, observing Liams expression, felt that perhaps this was all part of fate.

After a long while, he asked, "To keep or not to keep?"

Liams furrowed brows twisted into an even tighter knot, his strikingly handsome face taut with a severity that turned cold and sharp.

The mans thin lips pressed into a line, as if he were making a tremendous decision and waging an internal struggle.

Finally, his voice, cold as the wind, drifted by, "I dont want to leave any regrets."

Gregory Xanders, "Are you truly decided? But with your situation..."

"My affairs never require interference from others."

The mans voice was not loud, yet it carried an indescribable air of authority.

...

"Understood, Mr. Holt, Ill take care of it."

Five months later.

The woman in Liam Holts life gave birth prematurely, and the renowned doctor, "Dr. Stephen Quinn", personally rushed to assist in the.

Fortunately, after more than ten hours, both mother and child were safe.

Liam Holt held the newborn infant, his expression somewhat dazed.

So small, the baby was, nestled in swaddling clothes, features scrunched together, with a red nose that clearly indicated recent crying.

The childs soft and adorable appearance made Gregory Xanders, "Mr. Holt, the child is incredibly adorable."

"Should we take the child for her to see?"

Liams hand, reaching to touch the babys cheek, paused slightly, a barely perceptible hesitation flickering in his cold, handsome eyes.

"No need, the ultimate outcome will be the same."

"Handle the remaining matters."

With those words, Liam turned and left alone, holding the child as if dealing with a matter of complete indifference.

The child in his arms seemed to sense something, shifting from peaceful sleep to sudden, loud wails.

His tiny fists clenched and waved about, not even as big as Liams thumb.

Yet, it only served to make the man holding him darker in mood, not changing his resolve.

It wasnt until Liams figure completely disappeared that Gregory Xanders.

He sighed almost inaudibly, "Liam Holt, I hope you wont regret this in the future."

A month later, on the childs due month.

The woman at the Holt residence was sent away in her sleep, whisked away by helicopter.

No one knew where she went.

Just as no one knew where she came from or when she arrived.

...

Five years later, in the heat of June.

As Tiffany Rayne stood at the Kyoto Airport, gazing at the unfamiliar yet familiar faces bustling about, she couldnt help but smile warmly.

This was her homeland!

The weather abroad was never as cool and comfortable as in Kyoto.

At that moment, Tiffany Rayne was dressed in a cool silk dress paired with a dark beret, cool yet not revealing.

Her naturally delicate appearance was even more accentuated, her skin as white as snow.

Light lips, delicate and petite features, everything was beautifully balanced, complemented by the foreign fashion, slightly different from the domestic styles.

So when Tiffany arrived at the airport, she couldnt help but attract some peripheral glances.

Her fondness for the city made her choose to ignore these scrutinizing looks.

She took a deep breath and walked out, pulling her suitcase.

She raised her hand and hailed a taxi, heading straight for the hotel she had booked early on.

In this city, she had no family, nor any friends.

However, she felt no confusion, only excitement.

She got in the car and casually took out five hundred-dollar bills from her wallet, handing them to the driver.

Her brows relaxed into a pleasant curve, "Sir, take me to the Empire Hotel."

The driver, slightly surprised by Tiffanys action, reacted quickly and smiled as he accepted the money, "Sure, miss, wherever you say, we go."

Tiffany nodded, appreciating the drivers enthusiasm while gazing at the passing scenery outside the window.

This city was unfamiliar to her.

Yet, every time she was haunted by dreams in the middle of the night, there was a tall, vague figure in her memory that she couldnt shake off.

That person, sometimes gentle with her, sometimes cold.

There were also disjointed images of her being chased, being sent to a chopping prison!

All these events became the nightmares that she couldnt escape for three years.

Deep down, she felt that there must be something she had forgotten.

Or perhaps it was guiding her, which was why her urge to explore this city was so strong.

The Empire Hotel was located in the bustling commercial center of downtown, with a magnificent architectural style.

The reason Tiffany chose to stay here upon returning to her country was first, to experience the hustle and bustle of the city center, and second, because she was not short of money.

Yes, she was not short of money.

In Houston for three years, most other students had to work while studying.

But she didnt need to; she just had to go to the bank when it was time to pay tuition and rent.

Strangely, she didnt know when she started having this money.

She calculated a bit, the money her parents left her should have run out after tuition, with not much left.

But now, there was still a lot, as if it were a bottomless pit that allowed her to keep spending.

She was born in a small southern town, her parents doing business in the south, and she had never wanted for anything, all her memories were crystal clear.

Until three years ago, her parents had a car accident, and when she woke up, she was already in Houston.

Her memory of the accident was blurry.

She only remembered that her parents seemed to have had a big argument that day, and no matter how she tried to comfort them from behind, neither listened.

Until a bend appeared ahead, and by the time her father reacted, it was too late.

...

The screeching of brakes, the violent collision of the car, drowned out the screams of the three!

When she woke up, she learned that her father and mother had died.

And she, with minor injuries and a mental breakdown, also stayed in the hospital for two full months before reappearing.

Two months later, she came to Houston to complete her studies.

The reason for choosing here was because she woke up in Houston.

At that time, there was also a Chinese lawyer by her side, who visibly sighed with relief when he saw her wake up.

"Miss Rayne, youre awake."

"We are all very sorry about your father and mother, and we hope you can pull yourself together."

"Your father and mother had purchased a large insurance policy for you before they passed. If anything happened to either of them, the beneficiary would be you."

"All their assets will be transferred to your name, and their greatest wish before they died was for you to pull through and live a good life."