Janey looked at him eagerly. “Daddy, do you like it? Mommy pour it for us."

Mitchel carefully wiped Janey's mouth with a napkin, his touch gentle and his eyes full of love. "Of course."

He glanced at Raegan and added softly, “Your mommy has a knack for choosing irresistibly tasty food.”

Hearing this, a hint of annoyance crossed Raegan's face, irked by his boldness. Who needed his sudden praise? Yet, that Mitchel seemed naturally good at caring for a child surprised him. Janey seemed much livelier in his presence.

Raegan then thought of the psychologist's suggestion about Janey's condition, asserting that Janey needed a father figure, one that she approved of and liked. It appeared Mitchel was just the one Janey needed, demonstrated by Janey's willingness to call Mitchel "daddy" on her own.

Yet, Raegan couldn't fathom the cause behind it. Why did Janey take a special liking to Mitchel? Was there any truth to the saying that blood ties were the strongest?

“Daddy... Janey's soft call snapped Raegan back to reality.

Raegan noticed Mitchel's shirt and pants were marked with milk stains.

“Sorry, daddy..." Janey looked upset. Thinking Mitchel enjoyed the milk, she intended to fetch one more glass for him. Unexpectedly, the glass slipped from her grip and fell to the ground, pieces of shattered glass around and spilled milk on Mitchel's clothes. An anxious Janey hastily bent down to tidy up the mess, her hand cut by a piece of shattered glass before Mitchel's intervention.

Mitchel, not bothered by the stains on his clothes, asked Janey with a concerned look, his voice low and tinged with worry, “Are you hurt?"

Raegan felt the same worry. Her first thought was whether Janey had gotten hurt by the glass or something.

“Janey..."" Raegan wanted to check on Janey, but Mitchel had already grabbed Janey's hands for scrutinization.

With his head bowed, Mitchel leaned back slightly to avoid the milk stains on his clothes contacting Janey.

Right then, Annis approached with a medical kit, offering, "Mr. Dixon, let me help."

Annis tried to take Janey, but Mitchel kept grabbing Janey's hand, simply extending his hand for the medical kit. "Just hand it over."

Concerned Mitchel might not handle Janey's wound correctly, Raegan said to Annis, "I'll handle it."

Annis handed the medical kit to Raegan. Raegan bent down slightly as she took care of Janey's would. As she did, Raegan's arm brushed Mitchel's sleeve occasionally, but she didn't pay it much mind.

Mitchel's gaze, filled with immense tenderness, watched Raegan silently. Ever since Raegan regained her memory, being able to interact peacefully with her was beyond his wildest dreams. He selfishly wished time would slow down.

Feeling the love and care from her two favorite people, Janey beamed, waving her unaffected hand dismissively. “Mommy, daddy, I'm good."

The swift treatment defied the impact of the cut to Janey's hand.