As soon as Eva returned home, there was a knock at the door.
She opened it to find Daniel standing outside, his peach blossom eyes full of tenderness, gazing at her intently. "I have a gift for you."
"Come in," she said.
He hurriedly carried a large wooden box—about as tall as a person—struggling to bring it inside.
When Victoria saw him, she squealed in excitement, jumping up and down. "Mr. Wilson is here!"
Daniel set the box down next to the coffee table and picked up Victoria, playfully tapping her nose. "Victoria, you have to call me 'Dad'!"
Victoria looked at Eva, her face full of worry, as if afraid her mother would scold her.
Eva sighed helplessly. "It's okay, Victoria. You can call him that. He really is your dad."
Victoria hesitated for a moment but nodded. "If Mr. Wilson
