“Wh-What did you just call me?” I asked, voice low in uncertainty.
Imogen blinked, clearly confused, but before she had the chance to speak, Irea stepped forward.
“Good afternoon, sir. May I have her back? Please.” She asked, keeping her voice professional.
“She just called me ‘daddy’. Why did she call me that?” Why would she call me that?
“She's a child, sir. Children say anything, they don't usually mean more than half of it. And right now, Imogen was clearly just acting her age.” Her voice didn't c***k, but tell me why she had lost all form of color from her skin.
It made my brows furrow. “Why don't I believe you?”
“I do not have an answer to that question, sir. Please may I have her back? Miss Red will not be pleased to know I allowed her daug—” Her eyes grew wide. “—n-niece to b
