Despite her unease, she couldn’t resist when she saw the sweet desserts. She indulged herself.

However, as she ate, her eyes remained fixed on Morgan, clearly still waiting for him to clarify Lucy’s claims.

“You want to know if you’re a child bride, right?” Morgan began.

Renee nodded.

“Do you know what a child bride is?” he asked.

She blinked. She had a vague idea, but not enough for her to articulate it.

“To put it simply, a child bride is a girl raised by a boy's family. The girl will marry the boy when she comes of age. In the old days, some families were too poor to raise their daughters, so they would sell their daughters to become child brides for richer families,” Morgan explained.

Renee blinked. “But my parents aren’t poor, and I'm raised by them, not by other people. That means I’m not a child bride, right?”

“Correct, you are not,” Morgan affirmed.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and a bright smile spread across her face. “I knew it! My parents would never sell me! The