Before Ronan Joyce could answer, the little girl in his arms glared defiantly at the young assistant and declared loudly, "He's my daddy!"
Ronan Joyce straightened up, smoothly lifting Cheryl Nash into his arms. He glanced at the stunned young assistant, who was frozen in place, and introduced them calmly, "Chester, this is my daughter, Cheryl Nash."
'No, she should be Cheryl Joyce now.'
Then he looked at the little one in his arms and said in a softened voice, "Cheryl, this is Auntie Chester!"
"Hello, Auntie Chester!"
Cheryl Nash was very outgoing and never shy with strangers.
"H-h-h-h... hi..."
The young assistant was still in a state of shock, only instinctively responding to her greeting.
WHAT?
'This little girl is Professor Joyce's daughter?'
'Oh my god! If word of this gets out, it's going to break so many women's hearts.'
