The man, who had his side profile facing Minerva, turned his head, and then he saw a little girl, standing at the door. However, there was not the slightest bit of disgust in the way the man looked at the girl. Instead, he asked gently, "Miss, are you…calling me? Uncle?"

Looking at her age, this girl was twenty-five years old at best. The man, on the other hand, was already thirty-seven years old, so it was not strange for her to address him as her uncle. The only thing was that he did not know