Alexander’s hand was soaked in tears.

The little girl in his arms was crying as if the sky had fallen.

Where did she even get this many tears from?

What a crybaby.

Her sobs were soft and pitiful. Normally, Alexander hated the sound of kids crying. But somehow, this time, he had no patience left to be annoyed.

Standing there, holding Dorothy, he suddenly realized—he had never comforted a child before in his life.

The situation was oddly… ...