When Frost heard the five year old girl's words, she suddenly forgot about the pain in her feet. She got excited and started to ramble on, "Little princess, what ... What did you say? Can you repeat yourself?"
The little girl said with a serious tone, "After all, my father will need to find a woman to be his wife. You’ve treated me so well, and you're even pretty and gentle, s o why don’t I just make my father marry you. That way you can treat me like this all the time.
"Right?"
"That's right! Little princess, listen to me. The type of woman your father ends up marrying will be of great importance to you. Just think about it, after your father marries a woman, you will have to stay with her. What if that woman wants to beat you?" Frost felt like she had just stumbled upon a big opportunity.
Aino looked at her innocently. "That’s why I want to help you get my father."
"Alright, alright, princess, tell me what you want me to do, I'll listen to you. In the future, I'll even treat you like my own daughter." However, Frost did not mean that a t all. She thought in her heart that, as soon as she could give birth to Sebastian's child, she would immediately send that daughter of a criminal to hell.
She did not want that rascal as her daughter!
The girl had made Frost run after her until her feet felt like breaking, when she hadn't even been accepted into the Ford family officially. If anything, Frost felt like killing her.
Yet on the surface, she kept smiling at Aino, curious to find out as to how that five year old girl planned on making Sebastian marry her.
Did the girl simply want Frost to treat her better, to hold her in her arms and to dote on her?
She was already prepared to do all that.
"Can you prepare a large sheet of drawing paper for m e?" Aino asked.
Paper?
What did this little bastard girl want?
"There is plenty of paper around in the Ford residence, I’ll get one for you immediately if you want it," replied Frost anyways.
"I also want some crayons," Aino added.
Crayons?
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