Nancy Allen felt that Godfery Shaw shouldn’t be . In her heart, Godfery Shaw had always been a very good person, and this understanding had nothing to do with his obsession to accompany her to death. Ever since she met Godfery Shaw, no matter how cold and strong-willed he appeared, he was always a very responsible person. So five years ago, when she decided to face death, she thought Emma Lewis could hand over the child to Godfery Shaw once the child grew up a bit. How could such a person heartlessly tell the child not to come anymore? Emma Lewis looked at Nancy Allen’s expression, worried she might be upset, and said anxiously, "Don’t overthink it. Back then, Godfery Shaw was so resolute about accompanying you that Old Mr. Reed and I felt he wouldn’t be so heartless. There might be some hidden reasons, but fearing it would hurt the child, we didn’t attempt further contact." Five years have gone by, and Emma Lewis is not as impulsive as she once was; she has matured a lot. Nancy Allen nodded, writing, "Then I’ll go to the Imperial Garden now." Emma Lewis was about to persuade her to wait until tomorrow since it was late. At the door, a child’s voice rang out, "Mom, were you going to leave while I was asleep?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩 Sophie Allen stood in the doorway, wearing her pajamas. The few people talking froze. Nancy Allen beckoned to Sophie, who walked over. She held the child on her lap, gently hugging her. She wrote on a small notebook, "I won’t leave. I just want to see your dad." Emma Lewis and Robert Reed’s expressions changed. Three years ago, when Godfery Shaw made it clear he didn’t want the child, they never mentioned him to Sophie. In daily life, they painted a clear image of her mom but never mentioned her dad. They couldn’t understand Godfery Shaw’s attitude. But Godfery Shaw had clearly stated he didn’t want the child, and no one wanted Sophie to be hurt again. Yet now, Nancy Allen had directly mentioned it. Sophie lowered her head, thought for a moment, and said, "After seeing him, will you come back, Mom? Will you, like him, not want me either...?" Nancy Allen held the child tighter and continued to write, "We will never abandon Sophie. Your dad just hasn’t figured some things out yet. Do you want to meet him?" Sophie thought for a moment and still nodded, "I think he’s really sad. I have Grandpa, Mrs. Lewis, Mom, and my pet dog. But he has no one, just himself." Nancy Allen hugged the child, feeling a softness in her heart. The child had been raised so well, innocent and kind. Even if Godfery Shaw had said he didn’t want Sophie and hurt her feelings, she still pitied that person’s loneliness. Nancy Allen pinched Sophie’s little cheek and suddenly wrote, "How about this, I won’t go see him. Sophie, you go." "Me? Can I go?" Sophie asked, her big eyes looking at Robert Reed, seeking her grandpa’s opinion. Robert Reed was taken aback. He always thought that memories from when a child was three would fade without mention, but here Sophie was, clearly still remembering Godfery Shaw and deeply recalling his rejection. Yet she still wanted to see him. Robert Reed nodded, "If you want to go, you can go." Sophie seemed a bit happy, her eyes sparkling. Nancy Allen saw her happiness and felt that her decision was right. She released Sophie from her lap and secretly wrote her a note, "Go to sleep now. The adults need to chat. Tomorrow morning, I’ll secretly take you to see him." Sophie nodded obediently, "Okay!" This time, she felt reassured, marching back to her room confidently. After Sophie left, Robert Reed finally asked, "Is this okay? If Godfery Shaw still has the same attitude, Sophie will get hurt." The small notebook in Nancy Allen’s hands became filled with words, "Teacher, you’ve raised Sophie well. She’s innocent and lively, yet very strong. She never thought about retreating or avoiding. Godfery Shaw doesn’t acknowledge her, and she actually wants to know the reason. She wants to understand why he doesn’t want her. The reason she doesn’t bring it up isn’t that she’s afraid of being hurt, but because you and Emma Lewis avoided the topic. Sophie thought mentioning it might make you upset." Both Robert Reed and Emma Lewis were stunned. Was it to avoid making them upset? After a long while, Emma Lewis finally said, "Is that so? Yes, with Sophie’s strong personality, if someone bullied her, her first response wouldn’t be to tell us but to fight back. Only after winning would she tell me." Robert Reed’s previously sad expression turned into a frown at Emma’s words, "I told you not to teach her to fight, yet you didn’t listen. Well, if she wants to go, let her go." Emma Lewis shrunk back, softly complaining, "Sophie is so likable. I wonder how long it will take for Godfery Shaw to regret it!" The conversation didn’t last long, as Nancy Allen noticeably began to fatigue, her small face looking pale and pitiful. Nancy’s body was more fragile than they had imagined; years of being bedridden made it hard for her to move when she first woke. Continuous rehabilitation was painful, as her muscles and joints were being reactivated. Just the trip out today, a few steps at the airport and off the plane, her legs were sore and aching, her eyes dry and red from the light’s stimulation. In her naturally weak state, she’s still in a long recovery period. After the conversation, Nancy Allen returned to the children’s room to lie down. Turning to her side, she gazed at the child beside her, feeling at peace. She thought to herself. Godfery Shaw, you once said face-to-face that you liked me. Do you think you can still hide? Claiming not to want Sophie, let’s see how you swallow your words! Nancy Allen kissed the child’s face, inhaling the sweet milk scent unique to children, and closed her eyes contentedly. The mother and daughter were both filled with fighting spirit. Both slept soundly. At this time, outside the Ink Manor, Edward Allen wrapped in a coat, sat at the entrance. Having safely delivered his sister, he should leave, but considering her health, he felt it necessary to explain things to Old Mr. Reed in person. Despite searching all day, he didn’t find an opportunity to speak to them alone. Now, he’s unsure if his sister has fallen asleep. Calling others might get him caught. Given how late it is, others might also be resting. Knowing his sister tends to sleep in, he decided to sleep at the door tonight and wait until morning to discuss. After all, it’s mid-summer, and he has a coat that can double as a blanket, so he’s not cold. Having spent years in the army, Edward Allen didn’t find staying up overnight a big deal. At dawn, the main door of the Ink Manor swung open. Robert Reed opened the door energetically, only to jump when he saw a figure stand up. About to curse the person angrily, he caught a familiar face. Robert Reed wasn’t relieved; instead, his eyes widened in anger: "Why are you here? You’re trying to take Nancy Allen away, aren’t you? I’m telling you, though she’s from the Allen family, she wants to stay in Annous City, the Allen family can’t just hide her away, no way!"