Caroline Edwin had just reached the door.
She hadn't even stepped in when a hurried figure stumbled out, crashing directly into her.
Lowering her head, she saw that the culprit was Linn, though his defiance was muted, replaced with softness.
"Linn."
She crouched down, barely raising her hand with the intention of rubbing Linn's head, to ask if the collision had hurt him.
"Slap——"
Linn Daniel raised his hand without any hesitation and fiercely brushed off her touch.
His gaze was fierce, cruel, and grim, unbecoming of a six-year-old child.
He shot Caroline a cold look, his voice icy. "Don't touch me with your dirty hands."
Although he was still but a child, his reflexes were substantial. Her hand had turned red from the impact.
Caroline looked down at her hands, her eyebrows arched, without a trace of anger in her eyes. "Oh? Dirty hands?"
