They didn't know each other, so why should she trust that he wouldn't harm her.
As if sensing what Enna was thinking, a strand of Edward's meticulous hair fell, and his tea-colored eyes blinked at her, full of warmth. "Because, I am your uncle."
"What did you say?" Enna widened her eyes in shock!
Uncle? Her uncle?
How could the mysterious head of the legendary Habsden Family be her uncle?
What kind of joke was this?
When did her family have such a relative? If they had such a relative, her auntie wouldn't be pestering Jacob for money all day long.
She had never heard that she had an uncle; her grandpa only had two daughters, no sons!
But, given this man's identity in front of her, there was no reason to deceive her.
"I said, I am your uncle." Edward repeated patiently.
Enna's emotions were in disorder, her mind blank, her mouth open as she looked at him with complicated eyes. "…Mr. Jackson, are you mistaken? I don't have an uncle, nor have I ever heard of having one."
