Chapter 413


    She anxiously nced at Thssa on the stage, then nervously turned her gaze towards Elowen,


    unsure of how she would respond.


    They hadn’t discussed how to handle questions about Elowen’s father. It hadn’t even urred to her.


    Elowen’s father was right there in the audience. He was the most important judge at the event, the man


    with the most imposing presence, Lysander!


    And Lysander had no idea that Elowen was his daughter.


    Why did the host have to ask such a question?


    Hertha sped her hands together in prayer, hoping everything would go smoothly.


    Just as everyone was expecting Elowen’s response, her young voice rang out, soft and slightly hurt,


    “My daddy’s dead.”


    The room fell silent.


    Thssa was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Elowen to answer like that.


    Hertha was stunned too. Elowen’s response had taken her by surprise.


    The audience looked at Elowen with sympathetic eyes.


    Lysander frowned slightly


    The host tried to defuse the awkwardness with a smile, “That’s alright, your daddy must have been a


    great hero. You miss him a lot, don’t you?”


    The microphone was once again directed towards Elowen.


    She shook her head, her pigtails swaying slightly with her movements, “I never met my daddy. I don’t


    know what he looks like. He died at sea.”


    Thssa fell silent, anxiously ncing towards Lysander.


    Hertha couldn’t help but chuckle, quickly covering her mouth when she realized she’dughed out


    loud.


    Lysander’s handsome face darkened, his gaze fixed on Elowen.


    The host felt even more awkward. Her question had not only brought up a painful memory for the little


    girl, but it had also cast a somber mood over the event. However, as a host, she had the ability to


    change the atmosphere and quickly changed the subject, “Elowen is such a sweet girl. She’s won the


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    gourmetpetition and a generous cash prize. Let’s present the award to her now.”


    The one presenting the award to Elowen was Lysander.


    He held the prepared medal and a check for twenty thousand dors, stepping up to Elowen.


    Elowen was petite, and next to Lysander’s towering figure, she looked even smaller.


    She had to crane her neck just to see his face.


    Lysander was standing in front of Elowen. Elowen looked up, and he looked down. Their eyes met


    once again.


    Thssa watched from a distance, her eyes welling up with tears. Her heart was a mixture of sadness,


    excitement, and anxiety.


    This was the first time Elowen hade into close contact with Lysander. She did not know that he


    was the father she had been longing for.


    At this moment, Thssa’s heart ached with sorrow.


    Lysander then squatted down, trying to bridge the gap between them. He helped Elowen put the medal


    around her neck. As he did so, a soft sweet scent enveloped him.


    Thisforting scent warmed Lysander’s heart.


    It felt strangely familiar.


    “Mr. Handsome, I know you.” Suddenly, Elowen’s young voice sounded out.


    Thssa, who had been sorrowful that her daughter couldn’t recognize her father, tensed up at


    Elowen’s words.