Daisy's POV
“Uncle Silvan!” The voices of my children caught me off guard when they jumped down from their chairs to meet the man who had just walked in.
I threw a sidelong gaze at my mum who seemed most pleased to have him here. Who was this man that my children knew and I didn't?
All through dinner, I couldn't feel a bit of comfort. Not with the chitchats going around the table which I felt lost in, not with the constant side eyes I got from Silvan, and not with the fact that my kids knew who he was when I didn't.
Soon dinner was over. I stood up and called Rhea and Riley to my side.
I smiled at them, pulling them closer. “It's time to go to bed, honeys.”
“Daisy,” Mum called me.
I turned around and met a dissatisfied frown on her face.
“What? Mum?” I asked.
“Isn't it a bit unco
