Looking at Fiona crying, Arshley froze. She hadn't even done anything yet—so why was this little girl in tears?
Letting out a deep sigh, she picked Fiona up and walked toward the two sofas in the center of the room.
She gently placed Fiona on one of them and sat down beside her.
Her gaze remained calm and indifferent as she looked at Fiona, who now sat with her head lowered, nervously fidgeting and interlacing her fingers.
"So, what's your name, little girl?" Arshley asked, her tone cold.
*Gulp!*
Fiona swallowed hard. She slowly raised her head and glanced at Arshley with hesitation.
"My name is... Fiona, Saint," she said softly.
"Fiona?" Arshley raised her right eyebrow slightly, then a smile spread across her beautiful face. "That's a lovely name."
Hearing the compliment, Fiona's anxiety slowly faded, and her eyes began to shine with happiness.
"Mommy chose it for me, and I really like it!" She said innocently, wiggling her small body from side to side.
