Page 76 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

Whispers come from the living room moments after.

“Honey!” Dad calls.

“Honey!”

Mom rushes out, and I follow behind.

He’s laughing excitedly, and a man in a blue T-shirt stands at the door. There’s a familiar image crested on the breast pocket. That’s the Dame United Logo. What are they doing here? We already paid off the loan for the apartment, and they have already closed the shop.

“Someone paid the debt! Someone paid the debt!” Dad jumps.

“What?” Mom says. She’s just as startled as I am.

Paid the debt? I look from Dad to the Dame United staff at the door. What does he mean by someone paying the debt? What someone?

He brings the letter to us.

“Here, take a look at this. Miracles do exist!”

Mom and I study the letter:

This is to inform you that your debt has been paid, and the building is yours now. It has officially been reopened.

Courtesy,

Eva Davidson

This letter is even more confusing. I scratch my head. That doesn’t make any sense. Eva was the one from Jason’s house. Why in the world would she cancel the debt? And how did she know about it?

Mom turns to Dad.

“Who’s Eva Davidson?”

“I think I know who it is. I just don’t understand why.” I pipe in.

I chew my nails, and Mom stands awkwardly. Dad’s the only one who really doesn’t care about the details of the debt clearance. He’s laughing like a kid who just got a new present. It’s the first time in a long time I’ve seen Dad like this.

I turn to the staff.

“Why would Eva Davidson pay the debt? This doesn’t make sense.”

He shrugs. I don’t expect that he’d know much anyway. Maybe I should call Jason to find out what happened. I sigh. After the way our last conversation went, it might be best not to call him up again. What would he think about it? Maybe I can call Richard.

“Who’s she?” Mom asks me.

“A friend of Jason.”

She scrunches her face up.

“YourJason?”

She says it in an awkward way, with her lips twitching. We haven’t talked about him so much at home. Mom usually gets weird about it, and so do I. I don’t think she will ever get over her daughter getting pregnant out of wedlock and for a man who wasn’t even interested in a stable relationship.

“Yes. But I don’t know why she’d do that or how she even knows about any of this.”

I take my phone out of my pocket and dial Richard’s number. He picks up immediately.

“Fiona? Oh my god.”

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