Never refer to Freya as our daughter

Letta then stopped in her tracks, having left Marco with Freya to talk. She had some business with the grapes that needed to be checked. After she finished her business, Letta returned inside and saw a scene that had only existed in her imagination.

Seeing how Freya played with Marco without any burden, Letta pondered, "Could it be that the emotional bond between them makes them not even need much time to get close like they are now?” Letta remained silent at the door, continuing to observe their every move. How Marco treated their daughter, until her reverie was interrupted when Freya called her.

"Is Mom's business done?" Freya asked, making Marco look towards Letta. Letta nodded, then walked closer, reaching out her hand, and cradling Freya to sit beside her.

"Haven't you been keeping this Uncle for too long?" Letta said as she looked at the dark Sky outside.

"Really, but I still want to play with my uncle," Freya replied with a pleading look at Letta, who shook her head.

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