The little girl seemed a bit lost as she fiddled with her fingers, pursing her lips.
Her big, round, dark eyes gradually filled with tears like bubbles, yet she didn't cry, looking pitifully aggrieved.
Bella sighed, her expression softening.
The reason she was so nervous earlier was that she was afraid Damian would recognize Talia.
There should no longer be any involvement between them, and Damian was not supposed to know about this child's existence.
"Talia, how many times have I told you not to judge people by their appearance?" Bella gently wiped away the tears hanging on her eyelashes and asked softly.
"One, two, three..." The little girl counted on her fingers with tears in her eyes and said pitifully, "Many times."
"Did you remember it?" Bella was very patient.
"Yes... I remember." Talia looked up at her, "Mommy, that uncle is different. He also said people shouldn't be liked just for their appearance, the same as you, Mommy."
