Chapter 1210

"Blake."

At the sound of this long-missed voice, a torrent of tears broke from Blake. She rushed forward, her arms enveloping the woman before her in a desperate embrace. "Mom!" she cried.

Hannah Sutton, her own eyes shimmering with unshed tears, held her daughter close. Years had passed since they last saw each other. "Why the tears, Blake? I'm here now, aren't I? Let me look at you," she whispered, a tremble in her voice.

Blake, her face a canvas of distress, looked up.

"You've grown even more beautiful," Hannah observed softly, her fingers tenderly brushing Blake's hair.

Yael Dion, his presence a mix of authority and warmth, joined them. "Calling only for your mother, Blake? Have you forgotten your dad?"

Between sobs and laughter, Blake retorted, "Dad! How can you say that? You never responded to my messages."

Yael, a leading academician in a research institute, was vital to many experiments. Even so, he had not forgotten about his daughter. He pulled out a bracelet made from