"What?"
Karl blinked almost innocently, completely oblivious to what he had just done.
His utter lack of awareness only made Adelyn's face burn even hotter.
She stared at him hard, not knowing what she was supposed to do with this brat.
What kind of nonsense was he teaching a four-year-old child?
And why—
Why had he said it so casually?
Meanwhile, Eira looked back and forth between the two adults in complete confusion.
Her tiny brows slowly knitted together.
"Can't perform?"
Her voice trembled slightly with worry.
Looking at her mother, she asked carefully, "Mama ... what does that mean? Is Dada suffering?"
Adelyn's entire body stiffened.
Karl's expression changed as well.
For the first time since opening his mouth, he seemed to realize that perhaps—
Just perhaps—
He had said something he absolutely shouldn't have in front of a four-year-old.
Adelyn slowly turned her gaze toward him.
It was cold —extremely cold.
