Amelia Garcia paid him no mind at all.
"Hope, Mommy will be away for a bit, play in the tent, okay?" After hanging up the phone, Amelia called out to her daughter, not even looking at the man with the darkened face before hurrying away.
Christopher sat down, elbows on knees, silent.
Hope crawled over from the mat, "Daddy, are you unhappy?"
"Mm."
"Why?"
The man looked at his precious daughter, whose skin glowed white under the sun, and sighed helplessly without a word, turning to fish out a cute hat from the bag with clothes and placed it on his daughter's head.
"Hope."
"Mm?"
"Daddy is going to give you another task."
The little girl was thrilled, "Okay, okay! What task?"
"When that Snow Fitch arrives later, have her take you to play."
Hope frowned, "Why? I want Mommy and Daddy to play with me."
"Silly girl. After Daddy wins Mommy back, there will be plenty of time to play with you."
"That's true..."
"Remember?"
"Mm!"