Side Story - Park Sirin (3)

"Who are you, mister?"

Corin had a gut feeling the moment he saw her.

Ruby-colored eyes. Distinctively wild facial features...

Could she be this big already, given the timeline? But his instincts were telling him.

The child was his daughter.

Fuck.

Perhaps reading the mood from the unuttered curse, the child flinched. Corin softened his expression as much as possible and matched the child's eye level.

"I am a friend of your mother. My name is Corin Locke... You can call me Mister Corin. What is your name, little Young Lady?"

"Ha-Yeon. Park Ha-Yeon."

"I see. By any chance, where is your mother?"...