Chapter 23

Meanwhile, Willow was in her bedroom. Her room was huge and decorated like a princess' room from an animated movie—exquisite and lavish. She wore a princess gown and cradled a bunny plush toy, her back facing the door as she sat on the carpet silently. Zane was eager to lighten up her mood. "Willow, look who's here." Willow turned around, ignored him, and stayed silent. He couldn't help but turn to me with a helpless look. Although this was my job, I had always wanted a daughter. Besides, Willow looked like an adorable princess. As such, I started to take a liking to her. Pretending to be grumpy, I said, "Oh, so Willow doesn't want me here." Once she heard my voice, she quickly turned around, shot up, and hurried to me. Then, she shook her head. I crouched down to meet her eyes. "Why aren't you talking to me? Do you dislike me? Is that why you're not speaking to me?" Willow was ready to shake her head again, but perhaps worried I would misunderstand her intentions, she said, "N