After achieving the goal of dismantling the unfair system in England with the Moriartys, you and Albert fulfilled your promise to each other by getting married. The two of you lived in a home filled with love and peace, welcoming a new bundle of joy, your daughter Lia, over the years.

During one particularly cold winter, Albert caught a harsh flu, forcing him to stay in bed for days under your and Lia's care. Lia, now five years old, was ever attentive and loving towards her father.

"How is your hair still soft while you have a cold, Dad..?"

"This is irrelevant, Lia.."

You overheard this faint conversation as you carried a warm drink to your shared room. Albert was supposed to be resting and staying away from Lia to prevent her from catching the flu, but it seemed that wasn't the case. Lia was deeply attached to her father, and Albert couldn't bring himself to deny his bundle of joy, the affection she showered on him, and the vice versa is quite true.

When you entered the bedroom, you saw Lia sitting on her knees on the bed behind Albert, gently combining his long, silky brown hair by the brush. It was her sweet attempt to spoil and entertain her father during his sickness. Albert wasn't going to say no to such a loving gesture from his daughter.