"Willa, it's Dad."
"Wahhhhhh!"
Over the phone came the baby's cries, exhausted and hoarse.
"Willa, listen to Dad. Mommy is at work right now, and Daddy has to go on a mission. We can't stay with you, and both your mom and dad feel very guilty, but there's a little girl here who is sick. She needs Mommy's treatment, so Mommy will come back a bit later."
Talking to a month-old baby like this seemed a bit odd.
Even Flora Jim got a little distracted by this fatherly phone conversation, gazing unconsciously toward Mario Yuno.
"Yiya..." Wendy sobbed softly, already not as violently as she had before.
"We didn't abandon you, we all just have our own missions. Everyone is born with a mission of their own, and you, Willa, you're our baby, you too have a mission."
Had anyone else heard what Mario Yuno said, they would have found it hardly credible, talking about such things with a baby, how could she understand?
