Could she remember that her papa never touched her until she was seven months old? Would she feel bitter that her brothers could have it all? Attention, affection, hugs and kisses she didn't have when she was their age?
Eugene had no idea when these kinds of thoughts started plaguing his mind, but it had reached the point that it couldn't help but spilling out.
"Perhaps," Olivia said as he came inside with the glass of warm water. "But I'll tell you what Hannah remembers."
The nanny placed the cup on the table and touched Eugene's shoulder, staring at the green eyes that were full of fear and self-doubt.
"Hannah remembers your scent. Even before her sight could recognized anyone, she recognized your scent," Olivia told the omega. "Just like them, she'd calmed down when your scent was around."
"Yes, that's—"
