"What’s so bad about it?" "When you have too much of something, you fail to appreciate it!" Sienna replied slowly. "I do not want Curly to grow up into a spoiled, barbaric Miss." Sienna doted on her daughter, but she never pampered her excessively. She hoped that even if Curly grew up in a wealthy environment, she would not be blinded by luxury. "Sienna, you’re overthinking," Adrian said. "Hopefully," Sienna replied. At dismissal time, private cars filled the area fifty meters outside Ivy Kindergarten. Sienna and her party had arrived late, so their car was parked quite far from the school. Kiki always picked Curly up. Curly’s curly hair made her stand out in the crowd. She was popular at school, waving goodbye to this person and that, a constant smile on her face. "Godmother, there’s someone always on my mind; I’m always thinking about her," Curly had once confided. "Who is it? And why are you always thinking about her?" "My mother! Godmother, tell me, why is my mother always in my heart? It feels so heavy, so tired..." Adrian, sitting beside Sienna in the car, said, "I never thought there would be a day I’d be picking up our child from school with you..." Sienna remained silent. "Sienna, if I couldn’t find you and our child, I think I would have gone crazy." He looked through the car window at the little girl bouncing as she approached. His deep eyes were filled with sadness. Sienna was also affected by his mood. "You can still visit your daughter in the future," she said. "Could you not marry another man?" "The wedding date has already been set. One must keep their word." Adrian did not dwell on this issue. After all, once Kenneth Brown’s deeds were exposed, there was no chance of her being with Kenneth. He just had to wait a couple more months; he wasn’t in a hurry. He had waited for so many years; a few more months wouldn’t matter. "Curly!" Sienna rolled down the car window and called to her daughter, who was slowly approaching. Curly saw an unfamiliar car and hesitated. But upon seeing her mother inside, she ran over. Sienna opened the car door and pulled the little one into her arms. "How did you get all sweaty?" Sienna asked. "We played games today! Curly is so good; Curly won!" Curly rummaged through her Disney backpack, pulled out a Barbie Doll pen, and boasted, "See? This is the prize Curly won!" "Curly is really good," Sienna praised. Adrian felt a little defeated. He found himself, a grown man, being overlooked. Trying to make his presence known, he said, "Curly, why don’t you say hello when you see your dad? Do you still like the diamond your dad gave you?" Curly whispered, "Dad, since Mom doesn’t like you, we have to pretend we’re not familiar." "PFFT..." Adrian was amused by her. "That’s right, we’re not familiar!" Newest update provided by novel⸺fire.net Adrian hugged Curly. She was still in her school uniform, wearing a small yellow cap, and she looked at her mother anxiously. If Sienna showed the slightest displeasure, Curly would definitely leave Adrian’s embrace. After all, Curly’s bond with Sienna was much deeper. "Kiki, get in the car," Sienna called. "Why did you change cars?" Kiki asked, noticing the unfamiliar vehicle. "This isn’t my car!" Sienna replied. When Kiki got into the car and saw Adrian, a bad feeling washed over her. Sienna might have amnesia, but she didn’t. She really wished she had amnesia too. Adrian stared at Kiki, who was shrinking in her seat. "Kiki, why don’t you greet me when you see me?" he asked, his voice somewhat cold. "Six... Sixth Master..." Kiki stammered fearfully. "Kiki, you still know I’m the Sixth Master? Hmm?" Kiki’s head hung low. She dared not look at Adrian, let alone answer him. Sienna saw Kiki’s frightened appearance and then looked at Adrian, who was teasing her like a cat playing with a mouse. "Stop bullying her," Sienna said. "I’m bullying her? You may have amnesia, but she doesn’t! Why didn’t she tell me where you two went?" Adrian demanded angrily. "I told her not to say anything. It’s not Kiki’s fault. If you’re angry, take it out on me," Sienna said, completely unafraid of Adrian. Adrian stared at the nonchalant woman, his face full of resentment, his eyes reproaching her. How did he fall in love with such a heartless woman? Curly insisted on going, so Sienna and Adrian couldn’t refuse and went in. After eating a little, Curly ran off to the children’s play area. It only had a slide and two small plastic horses. Sienna didn’t understand what was so fun about it. She yawned continuously and eventually fell asleep in the noisy environment. "Mom, look at me!" Curly yelled. "Shh..." Adrian gestured for their daughter to be quiet. Curly ran over, sweaty, her hair damp. She complained, "Dad, I’m telling you, Mom is always . She often breaks her promises. She says she’ll take me to the amusement park or the aquarium, but she always finds excuses not to go. Even if she does go, she’s always ..." Curly pointed at her sleeping mother. "What a killjoy!" "Your mother is too tired," Adrian said. He helped his daughter take off her jacket and took out the small bag Kiki had prepared for Curly. Inside were water, sweets, wet wipes, a small towel, and a change of clothes. Adrian knew that Sienna had been extremely busy these past few years. Kiki had always been the one looking after their daughter, and she did so with great care. "Wipe your sweat. Be careful not to catch a cold," Adrian said, lifting his daughter over the play area fence. He wiped the sweat from her head and gave her some warm water to drink. Adrian, who had never done these things before, handled them with surprising ease. "Dad, do you have other children?" Curly asked. "What other children?" "You know, children with other women." "No, Dad only has you as his daughter." "That’s great!" Curly exclaimed. "Why is it great?" Adrian asked. He looked at his daughter with adoring eyes. His large frame seemed like the safest harbor, and Curly felt at peace in his arms. "That way, no one will compete with me for Dad’s love, and Dad will love only me," Curly explained. Adrian gently pinched her little cheek and laughed, "Just as domineering as your mother." "Love is selfish!" Curly declared. She often came out with such statements that seemed too mature for her age. Adrian was used to it. "Yes, love is selfish," Adrian agreed. "So, I really hate it when you call other men ’Dad.’ Curly, can you promise not to call other men ’Dad’?" "Dad, I want to play on the slide! Let me go back in!" Curly said, dodging the question. "You little trickster!" Adrian chuckled. She doesn’t want me to spoil other children, yet she wants multiple fathers for herself. However, she can only have one father—me!