But Sebastian didn't rush to leave. He remained crouched, looking intently at Skye.
"Can I call you Skye?" Sebastian asked her.
"Of course!" Skye beamed.
She actually liked Sebastian, though she couldn't quite explain why.
So, she just decided to go with her gut.
"Skye, you call Julian your brother. Why do you call me Mister?" Sebastian suddenly asked.
Helena froze.
She frowned, utterly unnerved by his question.
Before Helena could process it, Skye's crisp, innocent voice chimed in. "Because you look way older than Julian!"
Sebastian was left entirely without a response.
Hearing that, Helena couldn't hold back a snort of laughter.
Realizing it was a bit inappropriate, she quickly tried to stifle it.
The effort of holding it in ultimately devolved into a fit of coughing.
She looked like she was choking.
Meanwhile, Sebastian stood up, his face an emotionless mask. "Alright, let's head home."
"Oh," Skye mumbled.
She looked at him a bit warily. "Since I called you old, are you still going to buy me toys?"
"Yes," Sebastian replied tersely.
With that, Skye was truly thrilled.
Sebastian drove Skye and Helena back to the villa.
On the way, he had already called the butler.
He ordered him to prepare a wardrobe for a little girl.
He provided Skye's height and weight to ensure everything fit perfectly.
Furthermore, right in front of Skye, he ordered a mountain of toys.
Every single one was handpicked by the little girl herself.
Helena watched quietly. She had wanted to stop him, but for some inexplicable reason, the words died in her throat.
Skye definitely didn't lack toys.
But there was something about the natural, effortless way Skye and Sebastian interacted that made it impossible for Helena to interfere.
She knew better than anyone that they were father and daughter.
The realization made Helena sink deeper into silence.


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