When Elena arrived home, she led Hailey to her room, assisting her with a bath and helping her change into fresh clothes. Afterward, Elena stood up with the intention of preparing dinner. But just as she was about to leave, Hailey's small hands gently grasped her index finger.

"Mom..." Hailey called softly. Elena turned and knelt down to meet her gaze.

"What's the matter, sweetheart?" Elena asked in a soothing tone, gently brushing a strand of hair from Hailey's face.

"Is Dad really my dad?" Hailey asked quietly. Elena smiled warmly, cupping her daughter’s face and nodding reassuringly.

"Of course he is, honey. He’s just..."

"Then why did he hurt...