After disconnecting the call, Karl was visibly exhilarated —as if he had finally obtained the missing piece needed to make his little plan succeed.
When he turned around, his gaze paused on Eira's face.
She had tilted her head up, looking at him with quiet curiosity —as though silently asking if the call had something to do with the plan that would bring her Mama back.
For once, Karl read her eyes perfectly.
Or perhaps … he simply guessed the obvious.
He immediately sat beside her, eager to share the news.
"Our plan is going to be successful," he announced confidently. "Your Fourth Uncle has managed to get his hands on the perfect trump card to help us."
Eira's face brightened up at once, her eyes shining.
"Then does that mean Mama will meet Eira soon?"
Karl narrowed his eyes playfully, building suspense, before brushing a finger gently down her nose.
"Little Eira won't just meet her … she will get to stay with her every day."
"Really?"
