Evelyn Clayton couldn’t quite tell whether Sharon was shielding her from the nanny she relied on and loved, or if that was truly the situation.
Still, she followed Sharon’s lead and asked, "When did you ask the nanny, Sharon?"
"Just today, on the way back..."
Sharon bit her lip, looking a bit embarrassed, and only continued after a moment, "When the nanny came to pick me up, I woke up. After I went out, I heard, I heard you talking to Uncle Qi—"
As if afraid of Evelyn Clayton’s blame, Sharon’s voice became softer and eventually lowered her gaze, looking a bit anxious.
Evelyn Clayton had an indescribable feeling in her heart.
She had been conflicted about whether to hide it from Sharon, conflicted about how to bring up her background.
But at this point, it seemed there was no need to conceal it.
Evelyn Clayton remained silent for a long time, gently rubbing Sharon’s cheek, "Don’t worry, Sharon. Mommy won’t blame you or the nanny."
Sharon raised her eyes, looking eagerly at Evelyn Clayton, obviously waiting for her to continue.
She knew that Evelyn Clayton wouldn’t lie to her.
Confronted with the child’s innocent eyes yearning for the truth, Evelyn Clayton hesitated for a long time before speaking with difficulty, "Sharon, your biological father is naturally not Uncle Qi."
"I know," Sharon nodded vigorously, "I don’t look anything like Uncle Qi!" Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novelꜰire.net
Evelyn Clayton couldn’t help but laugh, tapping Sharon’s nose, "You figured that out too? Our Sharon is amazing."
"But Mommy, where is my daddy? Did he really go to a far, far away place and won’t come back anymore?" Sharon became anxious and uneasy, "Is he... is he dead?"
Evelyn Clayton was surprised that Sharon understood the meaning of "dead."
But quickly, Evelyn Clayton felt it was entirely normal.
Accepting death and separation are two things one needs to learn.
She shouldn’t cover Sharon’s ears and eyes, making her live her whole life in the comfort zone created by herself and the Sinclair Family.
Evelyn Clayton hugged Sharon tightly and slowly said, "The nanny was right, Sharon’s father has indeed returned. But Sharon, I need to correct you; your father hasn’t come back, he just went to Aethelburg."
Sharon appeared a bit excited, tightly gripping Evelyn Clayton’s fingers, "Really? Will he come to see Sharon?"
Evelyn Clayton silently took a deep breath.
"Mommy doesn’t know. Sharon, what Mommy is going to say next, you might not fully understand... but anyway, you must believe, Mommy loves you, okay?"
Sharon nodded vigorously, "Sharon knows!"
"Sharon is the best." Evelyn Clayton kissed Sharon and gently began, "When Mommy gave birth to you, your daddy was not by her side... you could say, Sharon’s daddy doesn’t know that in this world, he has a daughter named Sharon."
Sharon was stunned for a while, then after a long time, she eagerly asked, "Then when he finds out? Will he like Sharon?"
Evelyn Clayton gazed at Sharon for a long time before her voice slightly choked, "He will. But Sharon, Mommy is saying if—if someday you meet your dad, and you really like him, want to go to him, but Mommy can’t be with you, will you be mad at Mommy?"
Sharon looked confused, and after a long time, she naively asked, "Why, Mommy? Why don’t you and Daddy stay together? I see at kindergarten, the friends have their mommy and daddy together."