The male lead finally ended up with his first love, the "white moonlight," while my mom's body was barely cold in her grave. Upon hearing of my mother's death, the vicious villain swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, slashed his wrist, and calmly lay down in a bathtub. Just as he was silently feeling his life slip away, I, carrying my little backpack, knocked on his door. "Daddy, I finally found you!" 1 Julian Thorne's face was deathly pale, and he was alarmingly thin. He stared at me, brows furrowing. "Whose kid are you?" I blinked. "My name is Kiki. My mom is Seraphina. Are you Mr. Julian Thorne?" Julian raised an eyebrow. "I am." My eyes turned red, and I rushed into his arms, sobbing. "Daddy, I finally found you!" Julian's mouth twitched. It took him several attempts to pry me off. "Sorry, I don't know you, and I certainly don't know your mother." His shirt was already soaked with my tears. He glanced at it with disdain. I pouted, heartbroken. "Daddy, why don't you want to acknowledge me?" Julian: "..." He shut the door. "Go home. I don't have time to play games." Two minutes later, I rang the doorbell again. Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! When Julian opened the door again, he was dripping wet. His wrist was hastily bandaged, and he looked terrible. Seeing it was me again, he snapped, "What now?" I stood on my tiptoes, peering inside, twisting my fingers nervously. "Daddy, can I come in and eat something? I'm so hungry." Julian gritted his teeth. "...How many times do I have to say it? I am not your father." I looked innocent. "But Mom said you are." "I don't know your mom." "Then how did she have me with you?" Julian closed his eyes, turning back into the house. Just as I was about to follow, he grabbed some bread and milk from the fridge, shoved them into my arms, and said ominously, "Don't let me hear you ring that bell again." Slam! The door shut. I stood there blankly for a while. Sitting on the porch steps, I looked at the bread in my hand and slowly stuffed it into my mouth. It was dry, so I gulped down some milk. The wind was chilly, making me shrink into my collar. So cold. And I needed to pee. Helpless, I stood before the door again. He said not to ring the bell, so I knocked. Knock, knock, knock! Knock, knock, knock! I knocked for so long that the neighbor across the street peeked out. Julian couldn't take it anymore and opened the door. I sneezed, eyes watery. "Daddy, I'm sorry, but I can't hold it. I need to pee." The beautiful neighbor lady came out, covering her mouth in surprise. "Mr. Thorne, is this your daughter? I've never seen her before." Julian's face went completely black. Seeing me shivering in the cold wind, he took a deep breath and stepped aside. "Come in." 2 Before I entered the bathroom, Julian said, "Wait." He closed the door, and I heard the bathtub draining. "Okay, go ahead." After I finished, I noticed faint bloodstains on the edge of the tub and a knife on the floor. When I came out, I was worried. "Daddy, are you hurt?" Julian's lips tightened. "No." "That's good." I sighed in relief and cheered up. "Daddy, your house is huge." "As big and pretty as Daddy Liam's house." "Mom said you were amazing, even more amazing than Daddy Liam. She didn't lie." Julian asked, "You have another dad?" I nodded. "Mom was with Daddy Liam, but he was mean to her. After Mom got sick and died, he married another lady." "Your mom passed away?" "Mm-hm." Mentioning Mom, I wiped my eyes sadly. Julian frowned. "What's your Daddy Liam's name?" "Liam Carter." He froze. "And your mom?" "Seraphina." "Do you have a photo?" Right! I pulled Mom's only photo from my backpack and handed it to him. Julian stared at the photo, his gaze sharpening instantly. His expression was complex, as if lost in memories. Though he tried to suppress his emotions, his hand holding the frame trembled slightly. After a long while, he curled his lip, tone mocking. "Your mom is Seraphina Vance?" Mom once said her real name was Seraphina. Seraphina Vance was the name she got after coming to this world. Only Daddy and I knew this. But it seemed Daddy didn't know yet. So I nodded. "Yes." Julian squatted down, scanning my face, as if looking for traces of himself. "How old... are you?" His voice was hoarse. I answered softly, "Six." The hope in his eyes vanished instantly. He stood up, voice self-mocking. "It wasn't enough for her to lie to me; she sent you to lie to me too?" 3 What is Daddy saying? I was stunned. "I didn't..." Julian slammed the photo frame onto the table, his tone cold again. "Go back to the Carter family. You can't be my child, and I'm not your father." "But Mom said you are my father." "Impossible." He closed his eyes. "I broke up with your mother eight years ago. You're only six. You can only be Liam Carter's daughter." I counted on my fingers for a long time and realized he seemed right. Am I really Liam Carter's daughter? But Mom wouldn't lie to me. There must be a misunderstanding! "Daddy, we can do a DNA test! I really am your daughter!" I plucked a hair from my head, wincing, and looked at him with expectation and nervousness. Julian looked at me, brows furrowed. "Achoo!" I sneezed again. Julian looked at the dark night outside, then at thin, frail me. "You can stay, but only for tonight. "Tomorrow, I'll have the police take you home." Yay! Daddy isn't chasing me away. Julian went upstairs to prepare a room for me. I trotted behind him. "Daddy, what kind of person was Mom to you?" Julian sneered. "Heartless, greedy, lustful, fake." Four words, I only understood the middle two. "Daddy, was Mom a pervert?" "...Kids shouldn't ask so much." I slowed down, feeling sad. I knew since I was little that Mom was the "vicious female antagonist." Because she was the villainess, no one liked her. Mom said in her original world, her name was Seraphina, and she had brain cancer. Before she died, a System approached her, asking if she wanted to transmigrate into a book as the villainess. If she successfully made the male lead fall in love with her, she would get a healthy body. Mom agreed. She became Seraphina Vance. The lost true heiress of the Vance family, and Liam Carter's real fiancée. Claire Vance was her sister, the "group favorite" heroine of this story. Raised with love, the parents couldn't bear to send Claire back to poverty, so she stayed. Mom didn't know what she did wrong. But if Claire was unhappy, it was Mom's fault. Everyone looked at her with condemnation and disdain. Though related by blood, Mom was thin, unpolished, lacking the grace of a wealthy lady. Her parents favored the heroine. Liam Carter hated Mom too. After reuniting with the Vance family, it seemed only Grandpa truly welcomed her. Mom was an orphan in her original world and craved family love. Whether it was her adoptive parents before or the Vance parents now, she cherished them all. Even though she tried her best to please everyone, the plot's force was immovable. Mom had no choice. If she didn't win Liam over, she would die. Later, the Carter Corporation faced a financial crisis. Liam chose to break up with Claire then. Claire cried and went abroad to heal under the protection of the devoted second male lead. At that time, Mom's company, ClearSky Tech, was booming, nearing Series B funding, but she sold it cheaply. She used that money and Grandpa's inheritance to buy the position of Liam's wife. Although Liam was forced to marry her, his heart remained with Claire. He partied every night, indulging in women who resembled Claire. But the one who looked most like her was Mom. Liam often kissed Mom with malice, calling out Claire's name. He even brought women home to their marital bed. It seemed only by seeing Mom suffer could his hatred find an outlet. Even when I was born, he never cared. Mom's reaction to this was: "Let whoever wants the rotten cucumber have it." Although I didn't understand, I admired Mom's attitude. On my sixth birthday, the System announced time was up. The male lead still didn't love Mom. Mission failed. The punishment was erasure. Simultaneously, the hospital results came back: terminal brain cancer. The System gave Mom three days. I still remember Mom's expression: confusion, loss, pain. And the deep sorrow and reluctance when she looked at me. She didn't beg Liam anymore. She decided to find Daddy. She asked to meet Daddy many times, but he refused. Her messages sank into the ocean without a ripple. On the last day. She waited downstairs at his company building for a long time, until the light faded inch by inch, and her life came to an end. He never showed up. 3 "Mom wasn't that kind of woman." I clenched my fists, looking seriously at Julian's face. "Mom loved Daddy very much. Mom never forgot Daddy." Julian paused, his smile growing more mocking. "Did she teach you to say that?" I shook my head. "No..." "No one knows Seraphina Vance better than I do." His expression was almost cold. "Except for Liam Carter, she never truly loved anyone." My face turned red holding it in. I couldn't say Mom was a "strategy player" who was with Daddy Liam just to survive. How could I make Daddy believe Mom truly loved him? With a heavy heart, I climbed into bed. Julian tucked me in. "I'm right next door. Knock if you need anything, okay?" "Okay." Blood was seeping through the bandage on his wrist. The wound hadn't healed. Is Daddy hurt? I worried. Ten minutes later, I stood at the master bedroom door. Knock, knock, knock. Julian opened the door, eyes red, face tense. "What is it?" "Daddy, can I sleep with you?" "No." I clasped my hands together, pleading. "Please, you know I left my mom since I was little..." "...Come in." He made a pallet on the floor, letting me sleep in the bed alone. To prevent me from falling, he left a nightlight on. "Daddy, aren't you sleeping with me?" "Girls grow up and avoid their fathers." I sat up in surprise. "You admit you're my dad?" Julian closed his eyes, not looking at me. "Strange men are even more forbidden." I lay back down disappointed, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw a photo frame face down on the nightstand. It was Mom's photo. "Daddy, you miss Mom too, don't you?" Julian paused, answering stiffly. "...No." Really? Then why, after Mom died, did you lose all will to live? 4 The next morning after breakfast, Julian wanted to take me to the police station. I hugged his leg, wailing. "Daddy, I don't want to go! I can't leave Daddy..." The beautiful neighbor lady happened to come out. Seeing this, she ran over, hugging me distressedly. "What's wrong, baby? What happened?" I cried breathlessly. "Da... Daddy wants to send... me to the police station..." The neighbor lady was indignant. "Mr. Thorne, you can't scare a child like that. It'll cause trauma." "Daddy, Daddy..." Seeing me convulsing with sobs, the neighbor lady held me, patting my back. "Don't cry, baby. Auntie is here. I won't let your dad send you away." Julian: "..." He tried to explain. "Mr. Thorne, your daughter looks so much like you." The neighbor lady pinched my cheek, sighing. "Eyes and nose are identical. No wonder she's so pretty, inheriting the best traits from both parents?" Julian frowned. He looked at me, a moment of daze in his eyes. He didn't make me leave. Through the slightly open study door, I heard him talking to a friend. "Greg, I need you to do a paternity test for me." "Huh? Since when do you have a kid? Who gave birth to it?" "Seraphina Vance." "Eh? Her?" The friend sighed. "How did you get tangled up with her again? She turned her back on you so fast back then, used you and tossed you, and now a kid pops up?" "Is hair with follicles okay?" "Yes, but Julian, don't get your hopes up. Seraphina has been married for seven or eight years, her kid is probably big now. She was so devoted to Liam Carter, why would she have your kid?" "Seraphina is dead." "What? Dead?" The other side sounded shocked, silent for a long time before speaking. "Okay, send the sample over. I'll expedite it. Results in six hours max." When Julian came out of the study, the neighbor lady was feeding me cherry tomatoes. I shook my head. "Sorry Auntie, I can't eat tomatoes. I get itchy all over and get bumps." "Is that so?" She looked regretful. Seeing Julian, she smiled. "Mr. Thorne, want to try? My mom picked them from our garden this morning, very fresh." Julian looked complicated. "I'm allergic to tomatoes too." He squatted in front of me, touching my face, eyes unreadable. "Are you... really my daughter?"
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