Phoebe never really thought about tracking down the biological father of her kids. A guy who can afford a penthouse suite has to be either loaded or powerful, and that was not someone she wanted to mess with. Besides, Hubert, Boris, and Noomi were the best gifts she could ever ask for. From the moment she decided to have them, they were her precious treasures.

Call her selfish or whatever, but she didn't need anyone else to help raise her kids. She'd work her butt off and love them with everything she had.@@novelbin@@

She'd double up on the love to make up for the fatherly affection the triplet were missing.

Evelyn looked at Phoebe's stubborn face and sighed, "I'm just worried. You're running such a big company now. What if some reporter digs into your past and finds out that their dad was involved in some shady stuff? People might gossip about them in the future."

"Mom," Phoebe rubbed her temples, "You're overthinking it. I'm not a celebrity. Why would reporters care about my life?"

"Who knows?"

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