Lucas looked at Mila as she sat there, stubbornly turned away from him, her small hands still clutching the teddy bear tightly. He gently asked, "Why are you angry with me?"
The moment he said that, the little girl's lips trembled. And then, her tears started flowing.
Lucas was taken aback. He had not expected her to start crying like this.
Mila turned toward him slightly, her eyes filled with tears. "I will not accept any mother other than Elena aunty," she said, her voice shaking.
Lucas froze for a moment.
Before he could say anything, Mila continued, her words coming out in a rush.
"You are a bad person," she said, crying. "You were playing with another aunty and not with Elena aunty."
Lucas frowned slightly. For a second, he did not understand what she was trying to say. Then, it clicked.
Mila must have seen the picture that was circulating everywhere. And because Elena's face was not visible, she had misunderstood everything.
