Heather remained motionless.
"Heather, baby?" Her father gently caressed her cheek, planting a kiss on her head before lifting her. Despite her lack of resistance, Heather remained silent. Observing her joy upon her father's arrival, I detected it in the way she looked at him while they descended the stairs. Tears welled up in her eyes, and I felt a deep sympathy for our child, who was deeply affected by our situation.
Letting out a sigh, I tried to shake off the bitterness that surrounded me.
Ivan and I exchanged glances. A faint smile adorned his lips. I simply looked at him, concealing the bitterness within. I refused to reveal any vulnerability.
"Are you still upset with Daddy?" he gently inquired, his fingers tracing the contours of our daughter's cheek. Heather pouted, her no
