Your father, Killian, is a busy person. He never pays attention to you, even if you seek his attention. He considers you a burden always disturbing him, even though you just yearned for his love and affection, your mother was out of the picture you don't know who she is or why she is gone. It's natural for a 5-year-old child like you to get attention from their father like other children in general.

You looked at your father deeply while he was focused on working in front of his laptop, his fingers quickly typing letters one by one making a cohesive document in seconds. Mesmerised by the sight of how professional your father is at work, without realising it, you say quietly, "Daddy..?" While looking up at him curiously with those naive innocent eyes he hated.

Hearing that annoying that ground against his ears, he glanced at you, his brows furrowed looked at you firmly and said, "Shut up, can't you be a good kid for once? And who are you calling "Daddy"? Call me Sir"

The day passed as usual with the same thing, this time, with a cheerful and enthusiastic face, you just walked into your father's study. You saw him standing while reading a book from the shelf, his face turned and looking at you with his cold gaze. Excitedly, you reached out and handed him the flower crown that you had put together from your own hands.

He looked at what you gave him, took it and threw it on the floor, then he stepped on it hard right in front of your eyes.

"What is this? Don't give me any more useless trash next time, and who told you to disturb me?! You have no right being near me!"