My Love Debts Are Everywhere!

Looking at Fiona crying, Arshley froze. She hadn't even done anything yet—so why was this little girl in tears?

Letting out a deep sigh, she picked Fiona up and walked toward the two sofas in the center of the room.

She gently placed Fiona on one of them and sat down beside her.

Her gaze remained calm and indifferent as she looked at Fiona, who now sat with her head lowered, nervously fidgeting and interlacing her fingers.

"So, what's your name, little girl?" Arshley asked, her tone cold.

*Gulp!*

Fiona swallowed hard. She slowly raised her head and glanced at Arshley with hesitation.

"My name is... Fiona, Saint," she said softly.

"Fiona?" Arshley raised her right eyebrow slightly, then a smile spread across her beautiful face. "That's a lovely name."

Hearing the compliment, Fiona's anxiety slowly faded, and her eyes began to shine with happiness.

"Mommy chose it for me, and I really like it!" She said innocently, wiggling her small body from side to side.

Arshley was startled. A dazed expression crossed her face. Fiona's features—her eyes, her expressions—everything looked just like her brother.

It was as if this little girl were a female version of him.

Arshley's heart skipped a beat. Deep within her, something stirred—an unfamiliar warmth, a hidden motherly instinct slowly awakening.

"Fiona, can I ask you something?"

Fiona gasped. Only then did she remember the grave mistake she had made by meeting Arshley.

The joy on her face vanished, replaced by fear and uncertainty. She bit her lower lip, then gave a stiff nod.

"Of course, Saint Arshley. You may ask me anything."

Arshley noticed the shift in her expression. A few guesses started forming in her mind, and despite herself, a broad smile crept onto her face.

"Is your mother Liliana Crimson?" she asked.

Fiona hesitated, but she didn't dare lie. Slowly, she nodded.

"Um... yes. My mother is Liliana Crimson," she replied.

"And your father... is it Leon Kruger?" Arshley asked again.

"Yes, he's my father," Fiona answered honestly.

"I see," Arshley muttered, her expression turning complicated and sorrowful.

Even though she had tried to prepare herself for this truth, her heart still felt unbearably heavy.

This was no small matter—yet her brother had kept it from her. And that hurt.

Even so, Arshley quickly composed herself. She was sure her brother had his reasons.

Most likely, he simply didn't want to upset her—or hurt her feelings. And for that alone, she had already forgiven him.

Of course, the next time they met, she still intended to give him a proper punishment… perhaps by making him give her a child in return.

Just imagining herself carrying her brother's child made her heart pound and her body tremble with excitement.

"Saint Arshley, can I go back to my room?"

Fiona's sorrowful voice beside her snapped her out of her daydream.

Arshley pouted and gave the little girl a dissatisfied look. She gently pinched Fiona's right cheek and asked, "Aren't you happy being with me?"

"Uh! It's not that I'm not happy, but my sisters and I are forbidden to see you, Saint Arshley," Fiona replied innocently.

Then her eyes widened as she realized what she had just let slip. She quickly covered her mouth with both hands.

Her panicked reaction almost made Arshley laugh. She rubbed Fiona's cheeks affectionately and said, "You really are adorable, Fiona. And you look so much like Brother Leon."

Those words stirred Fiona's curiosity.

"Do I really look that much like Daddy?"

"Yes, very much," Arshley replied with a nostalgic smile. "Your face, the shape and color of your eyes… all of it. It's as if you were made from the same mold. But of course—you are his daughter."

"Wow!" Fiona's eyes lit up with wonder, as if stars had bloomed inside them. "So I really look like Daddy? That's amazing… and kind of awesome!"

To Fiona, her father was the most beloved person in the world. He was the most handsome, the strongest, and simply the greatest!

Maybe her mother was incredibly powerful too, but still… No one could compare to her father!

If Liliana had known what her daughter was thinking at that moment, she would've pinched Fiona's cheeks and grumbled, "You little rascal! Don't you love your mother anymore? I'm the one who gave birth to you and raised you, you know!"

"Pfft!" Arshley giggled, gently patting Fiona's head.

Although she had felt wary and scared at first, Fiona was now gradually relaxing, starting to feel comfortable.

"By the way, you said you have sisters, right? Are you and your sisters triplets?" Arshley asked with curiosity.

She picked up two grapes from the table—popping one into her mouth and placing the other into Fiona's.

The little girl chewed happily, her eyes curving into cheerful crescents.

"Yes, Saint Arshley. We're triplets! And I have another sister too—she's someone Daddy adopted while we were walking around the capital. Her name is Sister Stella," Fiona replied enthusiastically.

"Oh?" Arshley was a little surprised. She hadn't expected that.

Still, knowing her brother, it wasn't all that shocking. He had always been too kind-hearted to ignore an abandoned child.

In the past, he often used the money he received from Velix's missions to support orphanages and help the poor.

That was one of the reasons people respected him so deeply—far more than Luna or Valen.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Arshley's mind. She looked at Fiona with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Fiona, you know who I am, right?"

Fiona blinked innocently, then slowly nodded. "I know. You're Saint Arshley—my father's younger sister… and also his childhood friend."

"Good girl." Arshley smiled broadly and rubbed Fiona's smooth cheek. Her gaze turned more serious, almost meaningful, as she added, "Actually, I have one more identity."

"Oh? What is it?" Fiona looked up at her excitedly.

Arshley paused for a moment, then said softly, "I'm your father's wife."

"What!?" Fiona froze. Her earlier wild guess came rushing back, and her eyes widened in shock.

"So… you're Daddy's wife too? Just like Mommy?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yes, just like your mother," Arshley replied with a small nod, then gently lifted Fiona and placed her on her lap.

The more Arshley looked at the little girl, the deeper her affection grew. Well, it was only natural—Fiona was just too adorable.

Besides, Arshley had long fantasized about having a child with her brother.

And while Fiona wasn't her biological daughter, she was the daughter of the man she loved most. Wasn't that enough?

"So, Fiona," Arshley said, gently stroking the little girl's silky hair and chubby cheeks, "from now on, don't call me Saint Arshley. Call me something else—Mommy. Can you do that?"

Fiona's mouth formed a wide O. She fell silent, stunned and unsure how to respond.

"Why so quiet?" Arshley pouted slightly. "Don't you want a mother like me?"

"I—It's not that I don't want to, but…" Fiona looked uncertain and conflicted.

But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense—didn't Arshley have a point?

If Saint Arshley was also her father's wife, then didn't that mean… She was her mother, too?

With that realization, Fiona's face lit up, and she nodded sweetly.

"All right, Mommy Arshley!"