Stella blinked her big round eyes and stared at Altsin. “Uncle, who are you?”

Uncle?

Altsin suddenly felt like he had aged overnight. He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. But since this little girl was Chelsea’s niece, he couldn’t help but feel a natural fondness for her.

Amused, he curled his lips slightly and said, “This is my home.”

Stella’s face instantly transformed into one of utter confusion.

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she blurted out, “Oh, you’re Altsin—my aunt’s…”

She attempted to stand up, ready to finish her sentence with “ex-husband,” but before she could get the words out, Chelsea’s cold voice cut through the air....