Lynn ignored the middle-aged couple kneeling and wailing; the man seemed familiar, perhaps seen at Duke Wilson's Mansion, but Lynn didn't care.
What concerned him most at that moment was Little Yuna because he saw her trembling in her grandmother's arms, sobbing, with tears at the corners of her eyes, as if she'd just had a big cry.
Although Little Youli was the daughter he adopted, how could Little Yuna not be a baby of his? Seeing his precious one suffer, how could Lynn not be angry?
"Are you Little Yuna's parents? Planning to send her to Duke Soros' Mansion?"
Still not looking down at the middle-aged couple, Lynn walked over to Little Yuna's side, gently taking her from her grandmother's arms, and with his back turned, he asked her parents.
"That's not the case! Yuna is now your child. We... we have nothing to do with her."
