Mia Foster envied her parents; decades into their marriage they still behaved like they were in love, with her mother occasionally acting petulantly and her father always being comforting and tolerant. Although there were rumors about her father when she was young, they ultimately turned out to be false.
Mia didn't have high requirements for a partner; she was capable at work, so she didn't expect her man to be particularly skilled, as long as he was sincere to her and they could be happy together.
After placating his wife, Edmund Foster turned to his daughter with a serious look.
"Is what you said earlier true?"
"Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, and I heard the girl calling him Uncle Shaw, dad."
Edmund Foster didn't speak again, his gaze retracted as if in thought.
"Edmund, I think we should still let Felix know, to prepare him mentally, so he's not caught off guard if it blows up in his face one day."
