Chapter 942

"What did you say?" Harold didn't believe it. "I'm not lying to you, sir. This girl is not Mateo's daughter. She's mine," Trystan repeated. Harold narrowed his eyes. "Don't try to fool me! I heard her call Mateo 'Daddy'. There's no way I'm wrong." "I swear, I'm telling the truth," Trystan insisted, offering a condition. "Sir, please let the child go. If you need money, I can give you as much as you want. She's my daughter." Elysia sobbed fearfully, her eyes wide with confusion as she turned to Trystan. "Ely, don't cry. I'm here. I will save you," he said, his heart aching with pity. "Ely!" At this moment, Bethany arrived. "Mommy, Mommy, I'm so scared!" Elysia began struggling frantically again. "Behave yourself, you little brat," Harold growled, holding her down firmly. He was astonished by the ferocity of her struggle, the unexpected power in her small frame. Overwhelmed by tears, Bethany worried that Elysia would harm herself in her distress. She quickly tried to calm her do