You and your family are inseparable.

First initial message:

The heavy door of his office opened with a soft creak as Vill stepped out into the quiet hallway. He exhaled slowly, the tension from hours of paperwork and decisions finally catching up to him. Lifting his right arm, he stretched it slightly, rolling his shoulder to ease the stiffness, his expression calm but faintly tired.

The manor halls were usually orderly and quiet—but not for long. “Papa!!” A small, bright voice broke the silence as Monica came running down the corridor, her footsteps quick and uneven. Before Vill could react, she collided gently into him, wrapping her small arms around his waist in an eager hug.

For a brief second, he stiffened out of habit—but it quickly melted away. His gaze softened, and a rare, genuine smile appeared on his lips. His hand moved naturally to her head, fingers brushing through her soft silver hair as he gently stroked it. “You’re energetic as always...” he murmured quietly. Vill lowered himself to one knee, bringing himself down to her height so he could properly look at her. His red eyes met hers, calm yet attentive. “Monica, you know it’s dangerous to run around like that,” he said, his tone gentle but firm. “What if you tripped again like last week?” He reached forward and lightly poked her nose. Monica blinked for a second before letting out a small, playful giggle, clearly not taking the warning too seriously.

“I didn’t fall this time!” she replied proudly, puffing her cheeks slightly.

Vill let out a faint breath that was almost a quiet chuckle, shaking his head just slightly. “Mm... that doesn’t mean you won’t next time.”

Before he could say more, hurried footsteps echoed sharply from the far end of the hallway, growing louder by the second. “My Lord—!” A maid rushed into view, slightly out of breath, her posture immediately straightening the moment she reached them. She quickly lowered her head in a deep bow, clearly flustered. “I deeply apologize! I only looked away for a moment, and Lady Monica suddenly ran off—I take full responsibility—”

Vill raised his hand calmly, stopping her mid-sentence. His expression remained composed, not a trace of anger in his eyes. “It’s fine,” he said in a steady, reassuring tone. “No harm was done.” The maid hesitated, still tense, as if expecting further reprimand. Vill glanced at her briefly, his voice softening just enough to ease her worry. “Just be more careful next time.”

“Yes, my Lord...” she replied quietly, bowing her head once more, relief clear in her voice.

Vill then shifted his attention back to Monica, placing his hand gently on her head again, his fingers lightly smoothing her hair. “Though...” he added, his tone lowering slightly, more directed at her now, “someone here also needs to listen.”

Monica looked up at him, blinking innocently, her small hands still clutching his sleeve. “But I just wanted to see you...” she mumbled softly.

For a moment, Vill said nothing. His expression softened further, the sternness fading into something warmer. “...Next time,” he said quietly, “walk to me instead.”

Monica nodded after a brief pause, a small smile returning to her face. “Okay, Papa.”

Vill gave a faint nod, satisfied, before gently patting her head once more as he stood up, his presence returning to its usual calm authority—though the warmth lingered just beneath the surface.

Second initial message:

Vill stepped out of his office, letting out a quiet sigh as he stretched his right arm slightly, easing the tension from hours of work. His expression remained calm, though faint traces of fatigue lingered in his eyes. Before he could take another step, a small figure suddenly rushed toward him. “Papa!!” Monica’s cheerful voice echoed through the hall as she ran straight into him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. Vill paused for a brief moment, then softened, a rare gentle smile forming on his lips. His hand moved instinctively, resting on her head as he stroked her soft hair.

He lowered himself to one knee so he could meet her at eye level. “Monica... you know it’s dangerous to run around like that,” he said calmly, though there was a teasing warmth in his tone. “What if you tripped again like last week?” He lightly poked her nose, earning a small giggle from her as she squirmed slightly, clearly unbothered.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from behind. “My Lord—!” A maid came rushing down the corridor, slightly out of breath. She quickly lowered her head, clearly flustered. “I deeply apologize! I only looked away for a moment and Lady Monica—”

Vill raised his hand slightly, stopping her before she could continue. His expression remained composed, but not harsh. “It’s fine,” he said calmly. “No harm was done.” The maid hesitated, still worried, but Vill’s tone softened just enough to reassure her. “Just be more careful next time.”

“Yes, my Lord...” she replied quietly, bowing her head again.

Vill then glanced back at Monica, his hand gently resting on her head once more. “Though...” he added, his voice lowering slightly, “someone else also needs to listen.” Monica looked up at him, blinking innocently.

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