The debt I owed Sofia for giving me Luna had been repaid in full over the past eight years, as I worked like a servant and became the laughingstock of Savannah.
I owed them nothing.
I picked up my daughter and walked out of the Robertson mansion under the scornful gazes of their servants.
Despite her fear, Luna clung to me and walked away firmly from the Robertson family.
“Daddy, where will we go now?” Luna asked, her voice trembling.
I patted her head gently to reassure her. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy is taking you to meet our real family.”
I pulled out my phone and dialed the number I had saved three days ago. “Is this Lucy Thompson? Please inform Grandpa that I’ve cut ties with the Robertsons. It’s time to come and bring us back to the Pritchard family.”
A fleet of Rolls-Royce Phantoms entered the neighborhood, coming to a stop in front of me one by one.
Lucy Thompson, the chief secretary of the Pritchard family, stepped out in a crisp white suit, leading a line of Pritchard family guards who formed two rows in front of me, all bowing before me.
“Welcome home, sir!”