Chapter 413

She anxiously glanced at Thalassa on the stage, then nervously turned her gaze towards Elowen, unsure of how she would respond.

They hadn’t discussed how to handle questions about Elowen’s father. It hadn’t even occurred to her.

Elowen’s father was right there in the audience. He was the most important judge at the event, the man with the most imposing presence, Lysander!

And Lysander had no idea that Elowen was his daughter.

Why did the host have to ask such a question?

Hertha clasped her hands together in prayer, hoping everything would go smoothly.

Just as everyone was expecting Elowen’s response, her young voice rang out, soft and slightly hurt, “My daddy’s dead.”

The room fell silent.

Thalassa was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Elowen to answer like that.

Hertha was stunned too. Elowen’s response had taken her by surprise.

The audience looked at Elowen with sympathetic eyes.

Lysander frowned slightly The host tried to defuse the awkwardness with a smile, “That’s alright, your daddy must have been a great hero. You miss him a lot, don’t you?”

The microphone was once again directed towards Elowen.

She shook her head, her pigtails swaying slightly with her movements, “I never met my daddy. I don’t know what he looks like. He died at sea.”

Thalassa fell silent, anxiously glancing towards Lysander.

Hertha couldn’t help but chuckle, quickly covering her mouth when she realized she’d laughed out loud.

Lysander’s handsome face darkened, his gaze fixed on Elowen.

The host felt even more awkward. Her question had not only brought up a painful memory for the little girl, but it had also cast a somber mood over the event. However, as a host, she had the ability to change the atmosphere and quickly changed the subject, “Elowen is such a sweet girl. She’s won the gourmet competition and a generous cash prize. Let’s present the award to her now.”

The one presenting the award to Elowen was Lysander.

He held the prepared medal and a check for twenty thousand dollars, stepping up to Elowen.

Elowen was petite, and next to Lysander’s towering figure, she looked even smaller.

She had to crane her neck just to see his face.

Lysander was standing in front of Elowen. Elowen looked up, and he looked down. Their eyes met once again.

Thalassa watched from a distance, her eyes welling up with tears. Her heart was a mixture of sadness, excitement, and anxiety.

This was the first time Elowen had come into close contact with Lysander. She did not know that he was the father she had been longing for.

At this moment, Thalassa’s heart ached with sorrow.

Lysander then squatted down, trying to bridge the gap between them. He helped Elowen put the medal around her neck. As he did so, a soft sweet scent enveloped him.

This comforting scent warmed Lysander’s heart.

It felt strangely familiar.

“Mr. Handsome, I know you.” Suddenly, Elowen’s young voice sounded out.

Thalassa, who had been sorrowful that her daughter couldn’t recognize her father, tensed up at Elowen’s words.