Jenny spoke up, her voice a blend of frustration and desperation, "Look, Elton, that girl is my daughter. To claim she has nothing to do with me, are you joking? I'm here today with just one request. I want to see my daughter."
"That's not happening," Elton replied immediately, as if it was his automatic response.
"Elton, regardless of how you feel about me, that girl is my flesh and blood. I carried her for nine months, went through labor, everything. Back then, I was in a tough spot and had no choice but to let you take her. But now, things are different. I can provide for her, give her a good life. I'm not here to fight over custody; I just want to see her," Jenny pleaded.
Elton scoffed, "Jenny, don't think I don't know what you're really after. You want to use her as a bargaining chip against me, but forget it. You're not seeing her."
Jenny could no longer hold back her anger.
Standing up, she faced Elton squarely, "You better recognize who you're dealing with. Do you think you can hide her from me? Now that I'm back, I'll search everywhere to find her. Don't push me to fight you for custody. The Taylor family could spend every penny, and it wouldn't be enough to keep her from me."
Elton's response was cold, "Are you done? If so, I suggest you leave before I call the cops."
"Elton, how could you treat me this way?"
"Leave now, or do you really want me to call the police?"
Fuming, Jenny got up to leave.
Before she exited, a sinister smile played at the corner of her mouth. "Elton, you'll regret the way you treated me today," she warned, then turned, leading her entourage out of the room.
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