"She has suffered a head injury, so her mind is a bit... not very sharp. Mr. Shaw, I think you might have mistaken her identity. She calls you Atlas, maybe she just heard adults mention your name, so she calls you that for convenience," Jeremiah May said.
Atlas Shaw was taken aback. Then, he gently touched the little one's head, and finally, as if sensing something, he brushed aside the thick bangs on her forehead.
Instantly, the ugly scar came into view. At that moment, a sour feeling welled up in his nose.
His Ivy, the little princess of the Kinston Family, how could she have suffered such a severe injury?
This injury... was it from the explosion back then? Is that why she speaks with a stutter, and why she seems a bit dazed, lacking that lively spirit she once had?
"Are you Nanny?" he mumbled.
"Yes." The little one nodded vigorously.
"Then why do you call me Atlas, do you remember who I am?" he asked again.
