When Nicholas Croft returned to the new home, it was already past noon. Upon seeing him walk through the door, Little May quickly got up from the sofa.
"Sir, Miss... she refused to eat lunch, no matter how I tried to persuade her, she just ignored me."
"Got it." Nicholas nodded, changed into slippers, and headed towards the bedroom.
In the bedroom, Sophie Foster was curled up in the hanging chair, hugging her knees, slightly swaying while staring blankly outside. Nicholas closed the door and walked over, "Why isn't my baby eating lunch, are you waiting for daddy?"
Sophie slowly turned her gaze from the window to Nicholas, looking up at him, her eyes somewhat dazed.
Nicholas's fingers gently stroked Sophie's face, her skin was smooth and flawless, like a perfect porcelain doll.
Her eyebrows still had the same shape, her eyes, though cold and unfeeling, still carried their original shadow. Her nose was small and upturned, lips full, and chin a perfect ingot shape.
