I remembered the small wooden box I had inadvertently rummaged through in his house that day, which contained some small objects belonging to a woman, necklaces and hairpins.

There was also a photo of a woman who looked somewhat like me, or rather, I looked somewhat like her.

Her name was written on the back of the photo: Vicky.

This meant not only did we look somewhat similar, but we even had the same nickname.

Then when I thought about he never called me Victoria like everyone else but Vic instead, I felt as if a huge stone was pressing on my heart and I couldn't catch my breath.

How in the world could there be such a coincidence?

How could I have ever imagined that Daniel treating me so well was only because he thought of me as a stand-in for that woman called Vicky?

Fiona was surprised to hear that, "So that Vicky is Mr. Joseph's ex-girlfriend? He couldn't get her out of his mind, that's why he found a woman like her as a substitute?"

"I don't know, maybe." Whatever, it didn’t matter to me whether she was his ex-girlfriend or his dream lover.

"So you didn't even ask him?"

"Did I need to ask? He kept all those worthless little items in an exquisite wooden box, so that woman must be very important to him." Even if I liked him, I still had my self-respect, and it would be embarrassing for me to reveal it all.

My words choked Fiona, because she had to admit that if she were in my shoes, she would think the same way.

"If that was really the case, then he was really good at pretending, fooling all of us."

The more Fiona thought about it, the angrier she became. "I can't believe he's this kind of person. Maybe we shouldn't call him the Best Actor anymore, the Best Scumbag suits him better!'

The next morning, Fiona and I made a good disguise to the private hospital. After a series of examinations, it was already noon.

The doctor said I was six weeks pregnant and the baby was healthy.

I went straight home after leaving the hospital, while Fiona was called to the company by May, saying that there were some matters to discuss before the shooting.

I didn’t sleep well last night with something on my mind. So after I got home, I went straight into bed and was ready to have a good sleep before reading the script.

I had a dream, in which I talked to Daniel for the first time.

At that time, I was just a newly signed actress who was unknown, while Daniel was already very popular.

I played a small role with few scenes in the movie he starred in. I had no scenes with him at all, so it was even difficult to see him.

One day filming a scene with the female lead and second female lead, we, the supporting cast, were required to stand on the sidelines. I accidentally blocked the second female lead, Vera Buck, and she pushed me hard without any warning, causing me to fall heavily to the ground.

I was in a mess.

I wanted to get up and fight back, but my butt was so painful, and both of my palms were scraped by the ground, making it difficult for me to stand up.

Vera had a strong background, and the crew usually avoided messing with her. They dared not show any dissatisfaction with her dominance, let alone standing up for me.

So everyone acted as if they hadn't seen anything and dispersed to do their work.

However, my fall didn’t satisfy Vera. She walked up to me and raised her right leg, ready to kick me again.

I instinctively turned to the side to avoid it, but the imagined pain didn't come. Instead, Vera let out a soft cry, "Ouch!"

I turned my head in shock, only to see someone directly smashing a coffee cup on Vera’s right leg.

The coffee spilled on her foot, and her leg turned red, not knowing if it was smashed or scalded.

Daniel walked over, with a cold face, and said to Vera without any politeness, "If you're here to dominate, then the crew may not be suitable for you. You should go to the mountains."

I couldn't hold back my laughter. I didn't expect Daniel to be so disrespectful to Vera, actually mocking her as a wild monkey.

Surprisingly, Vera didn't get angry. Instead, she apologized with a smile, "Mr. Joseph, you misunderstood. I'm kidding her."

She glanced at me with a threatening look.

I rolled my eyes at her and couldn't help but retort, "Who's playing with you? Am I a fool? How can you bully me as you please?"

Vera stared at me fiercely, as if saying that if I said another word, she would tear my mouth apart.

I kept cursing her, "Idiot."

Daniel squatted down beside me. He had a smile on his usually serious face. "You still have the energy to curse. It looks like you haven't fallen stupid yet."

I was speechless.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, he effortlessly lifted me up and walked straight towards his RV.

He was nearly 6.2 feet tall, and the sudden lift made me instinctively wrap my arms around his neck to seek a sense of security.

Earlier I hadn't believed the netizens when they said he looked perfect from any angle.

However, I had looked up at him from below and found him to be exceptionally handsome. I couldn't help but silently give a thumbs-up to the netizens.

They didn’t deceive me.

He carried me into his RV and placed me on the seat, and brought the medical kit to treat the wound on my hand.

As soon as the iodine-soaked cotton swab touched the wound, I couldn't help but let out a soft ‘hiss’.

Daniel glanced at me and said, "I thought you were quite tolerable just now cause you didn't even fight back when you were bullied."

Although he said so, his actions became much gentler.

I angrily said, "Do you think I don't want to fight back? I just couldn't get up. If I could, I would definitely pull out all her hair."

He chuckled, put the band-aid on the wound after treatment, and then reminded me, "Keep your wound away from water for the next few days."

I obediently nodded and said, "Thank you, Mr. Joseph."

I joined the crew for over a month but I had only spoken to him a couple of times.

Every time I interacted with him, it was a polite thank you when I took the food he treated the crew to, without any other emotions.

"Mr. Joseph, thank you for the grilled skewers."

"Thank you for the espresso, Mr. Joseph."

"Mr. Joseph, the fruit today was delicious, thank you."

...

It was just a trivial acquaintance and an ordinary colleague relationship, but he was the only one willing to step forward and help me.

Inevitably, my heart was touched.

"Just call me Daniel. Don't address me so distantly."

"But doesn't everyone call you that?"I hadn't reacted for a moment to what was wrong with this title.

And besides, "They all call you Mr. Joseph, wouldn't it be inappropriate for me to call you by your name?"

He looked at me as if I was an idiot.

I instantly dared not say anything else, "Okay, Daniel."

I was awakened by Fiona’s serious calls.

My phone had been thrown on the bedside table, and it took me a while to find it with my eyes closed.

I answered with a hoarse voice, "Hello?"

She seemed very anxious on the other end, and asked me urgently, "Victoria, where are you now?"

I didn't understand, so I honestly replied, "I'm at home. You know after we separated, I went straight home."

Before Fiona could continue, May took the phone away the next second and said seriously, "Stay at home and don't go anywhere. Close all the curtains tightly. We will be there right away."

I thought that May already knew about my pregnancy from Fiona and came to interrogate me, so I didn't think much and agreed.

But when I remembered she reminded me to close the curtains, I realized that something was wrong.

Thinking of those missed calls and messages on my phone from my friends that I hadn't had time to check, I had a bad feeling and asked with a frown, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

But May just told me to wait until she arrived and hung up in a hurry.

I got out of bed, lifted a corner of the curtain and looked down. Wow, a group of journalists with cameras were squatting down there.

My heart started pounding, so I quickly opened Twitter.

Sure enough, I saw my name in the first place on the trending list.

And the second trending topic was about this incident. [Victoria White appeared in the obstetrics and gynecology department for prenatal examination.]

Right behind me was the male actor Bryan Hall, who I had collaborated with and had been rumored to be my boyfriend because of having a private dinner with me, and the boss of the company rumored to be my sugar daddy, Damon Allen.

I clicked on the second trending topic.

The first tweet was a video released by a gossip account over half an hour ago. The shooter was far away, so the video was not clear, but people who were familiar with me could still recognize my camouflaged figure at a glance.

The video had the entire process from me entering the hospital to leaving the hospital.

The netizens below were very lively, speculating about the father of my child.

They thought Bryan and Damon had the best possibilities.

Lazy Guy, [I bet ten packs of snacks. The child’s father is Victoria's sugar daddy Damon. It seems that she's going to trade in her kid to get resources. What a good strategy.]

Daydreamer, [I bet twenty packs of snacks. The child's father is Bryan! They must be a couple!]

Victoria's Lover, [Stop guessing. The child is mine.]

...

I scrolled down and there was an ID called 'Boring' saying, [Stop guessing. It's Daniel's.]

I guess it must be a staff member I had worked with before. After all, Daniel and I were usually low-key and people seldom knew that.

With just a few words, this account was being chased and cursed by people, cursing it to death and saying that Daniel couldn’t like me even if I threw myself at him. There were rational fans saying that he had nothing to do with me.

Well, no one would believe that the child's real father was Daniel.

In order to avoid reporters, May drove directly into the underground garage and then took the elevator up from below.

I thought May would scold me fiercely when I opened the door, but she just looked at me deeply, sighed deeply, and walked past me without saying a word.

Wow, she looked even scarier.