Annika quickly smiled and flattered me, nodding and bowing. "Yes, Ms. Chloe, please rest assured. If the kid really is my brother's son, I’ll do my best to raise him well. You can trust me.”

"Dad, Annika, what are you talking about? What son? Where did this child come from?" Arton was utterly confused about what was going on.

The elderly lady, who had been silent all along, looked thoughtful.

Suddenly, she spoke, "You’re Ms. Chloe, aren’t you? You claim this child is my son's, and while he do