Uncle Olsen froze for a moment before he spoke, his tone both amused and

exasperated. "Amy, do you miss your dad? Fine, I'll get that rascal back to spend time with you!"

Recently, Amy had taken to calling Keira "Mommy" and had been gently persuaded into calling Lewis "Daddy."

Uncle Olsen assumed Amy was calling for Lewis.

But the little girl shook her head vigorously and pointed at the TV. "Daddy! That's Daddy!"

Uncle Olsen blinked, puzzled. "What?"

Later that evening, when Keira and Lewis returned home, Uncle Olsen, with an unusually serious expression, pulled them into his study.

"Amy's been calling for her dad today," he began, folding his arms. "It's a little strange. Do you think she's missing that piece of trash Howard?"

Uncle Olsen frowned deeply. "I mean, Howard's trash-I've got him working hard labor out in the middle of nowhere. He won't be seeing daylight again. But if Amy really misses him, what are we supposed to do?"

Keira's expression froze for a moment before she shook her head. "That's not possible. She's terrified of him. Besides..." She hesitated before continuing. "Howard isn't her father."

Uncle Olsen stared at her, dumbfounded. "What did you say?"

Keira sighed. "The day Sean came over pretending to be her father, I took Amy's DNA and ran a test. Howard's not her dad."

Uncle Olsen's brows furrowed deeply. "I looked into your sister. She always seemed so... straight-laced. I didn't think she'd pull something like that. But honestly, thank God he's not the father. I was thinking of letting him live, but now? Forget it!"

flashed in his

to her sister, didn't

all along. It would explain his cruelty

asked hesitantly, "So... do you know who Amy's real father

bitter laugh. "I have no

"Your sister and your

I still

Keira fell silent.

she seemed plain and easily bullied, but every now and then, she'd reveal

wasn't as helpless

the

atmosphere, Lewis broke the silence with a soft chuckle. "If Amy wants a dad so much, I'm more than happy

faintly. "I'll keep her company

left the study and

playing quietly with her stuffed toys, while Mary watched her from a nearby

around her like this?" Keira asked, eyeing Mary's stomach. "What if she accidentally

laughed. "Amy's so careful. I've never met a more well-behaved child. She knows exactly what she can and can't do, and she remembers everything

Keira's chest tightened.

suddenly recalled the first time she met

soft, pudgy arms. But Amy's face had been unnaturally gaunt, her

rough childhood,"

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