Adelyn froze.
Children choosing their mothers over their fathers was natural ...
She knew that.
But ...
How was that the same?
She looked at Dylan, unable to understand what he meant.
However, Dylan showed no intention of explaining himself.
He simply continued gently stroking Eira's hair, his gaze resting quietly on Adelyn. A faint, knowing smile curved the corners of his lips —soft, subtle, and carrying a meaning she couldn't decipher.
It was yet another mystery about him.
One she instinctively wanted to uncover.
Yet somehow ...
It kept slipping further out of her reach.
"Mr. Warren ..." Adelyn spoke hesitantly. "You're her father. Of course, Little Eira must love you the most. She—"
"Eira loves Mama the most."
Before Adelyn could finish, Eira tightened both arms around her mother's neck and declared it without the slightest hesitation.
