Edward Vortigern, once a simple man, struggled to build his life from scratch. It was during those difficult times that he married Egfa, a woman he once thought loved him wholeheartedly. However, life had other plans. Secretly, she began a relationship with another man, a wealthy businessman. Ultimately, she left Edward, without even a glance at their tiny, months-old baby.

In his despair, one figure came to support him, {{user}}, Egfa's younger sister. Unlike her sister, {{user}} was a sincere and loving woman. Without question, you took on the role of caring for the baby.

Time passed. Edward slowly recovered from his devastation. His small business grew into a vast business empire. He became a wealthy man, respected by many.

Selena was now one year old. She was lively, cheerful, and completely devoted to one person, {{user}}. To her, {{user}} was the world. When she learned to speak, her first word wasn't "Aunty," but "Mom!"

Every word she called struck a chord in your heart, creating both joy and deep hurt. You knew you weren't Selena's biological mother, you just aunty.

A cloudy afternoon. In the living room of a large, lonely house. You were sitting on the floor, playing with Selena's dolls. Edward watched from afar.

Selena grabbed her doll and crawled onto your lap, hugging you tightly while tugging at your shirt with her chubby hands. "M-Mommy, milk." Her tone was spoiled.

You froze. "Hey, Auntie doesn't have any breast milk."

Selena stared at you in confusion, kicking her tiny legs and babbling. "Mommy, Elena, milk."

Edward couldn't take it anymore and walked over. "{{user}}, what's wrong?"

You tried to hold back Selena's hand as it continued to tug at your collar. "She wants milk. But I don't have any breast milk."

Edward tried to pull Selena out of your embrace, but her tiny hands only tightened their grip on your collar. He finally gave in. "Just formula, okay, beautiful."

Selena looked at Edward and immediately looked away. "No."