The next morning, the entire media space was buzzing with loud headlines:
“Rich Billionaire Spotted with a Little Girl Suspected to Be His Daughter!”
“Young Preschool Student Who Read Big Grammars Weeks Ago Seen with Wealthy Tycoon.”
“Father and Daughter Enjoy Cozy Time at Moonlit Gardens Café.”
Iris almost threw her phone against the wall. Her hands trembled as she stormed into the bedroom where Aziel was still fast asleep.
“What is this rubbish?!” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to jolt him awake. She shoved her phone in his face. “Tell the press to bring this down now! I want my daughter to have a normal life far away from the spotlight, and you did this?”
Aziel blinked groggily, dragging his deep voice through a yawn. “Iris, calm down,” he said lazily. “She’s my daughter, and
