Kayla's POV
"Mom." Daisy walked up to me with quick steps and tugged at my dress.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?"
I put down the book in my hands, looking at my daughter, whose face was filled with curiosity, ready to face her questions.
"Did you have a fight with Nathan, Mom?" But this question caught me off guard. I froze for a moment until Daisy shook my hand, finally reacting.
I ruffled Daisy's little head and asked back, "Of course not. Why would you think that, honey?"
"Because I haven't seen Nathan for a very, very long time..." Daisy pouted, showing a rare look of grievance.
"And he hasn't even called me. Mom, does Nathan not like me anymore, so he's not contacting me?"
"Of course not." I smiled to reassure my daughter.
"Nathan likes you the most! The reason he hasn't visited for a long time is that we moved to this place, and it's not convenient for Nathan to come in."