It didn't matter if the Hilton family had one more daughter.

He, too, was afraid this girl would be another Ethan. If Angelina's biological parents found her and took her away after they had gotten attached, the four children would be even sadder.

Although the kids didn't want to see her go, they had to listen to

Matthew. After all, she was not a stray animal they found on the streets, but a person.

After discussing it with his children, Matthew ordered Owen to handle this matter in person.

In the welfare house

After filling out all the paperwork, Owen handed the little girl over to the director of the welfare house in person. She looked pretty in her light pink princess dress.

“Director, her name is Angelina. We want her to be given the best care. Remember that, and remember her name!"

The director nodded, “I will, Owen.”

“Take good care of her. Maybe one day she'll be the little princess of the Hilton family." Although she wasn't related to the Hilton family by blood, she'd have a good life if she could claim a connection to them.

Hearing his words, the director immediately took custody of the child.

“Don't worry, sir. I'll ask someone to take good care of Little

Angelina here."

"The four young masters of the Hilton family will come and see her when they get some free time. You know what to do, right? I'm Leaving now."

After seeing Owen off, the director made special arrangements. Angelina had her own room, and the employees were under strict orders to treat her welt.

After leaving the welfare house, Owen went to the suburb outside the city.

When he arrived, Matthew wasn't there yet. So, he asked his men to prepare everything first.

It was getting dark. Since Erica was being taken care of by the hospital staff, not to mention Blair and Yvette, Matthew took this opportunity to do something else.

That something else was rather sinister, if satisfying. He was going to give Noreen a taste of her own medicine.

He figured out she was responsible for his wife's injuries. For their own harrowing ordeal trapped inside a burning house. Time to repay the favor. He doused the area with gasoline, and watched the flames rise higher. When the whole house was ablaze, Noreen's hoarse voice came from inside.

"I was wrong. I know I was wrong! Please! Matthew, please don't kill me!"

Sitting in the car outside the house, Matthew pretended not to hear her screams.

Ten minutes later, a bodyguard came over and reported, "Matthew, I think she's had enough."

Matthew nodded, "Fine. Get her out of there."

“Yes, sir!"