Lincoln suddenly stopped. He heard someone calling him "Dad." He could not believe it. He felt that he might be dreaming, and he did not even dare to look back. His hands were stopped in mid air and his entire body was frozen.

"Dad…," Sabrina called out again.

Lincoln suddenly turned his head around, and he was a mature and gentle woman in her thirties and a child next to her. Lincoln looked at Aino and blurted out, "Sabrina, Sabrina, my Sabrina, you've reverted to when you were twelve years old."

Aino smiled indifferently. "I'm sorry. I am not your daughter, Sabrina. I am Sabrina's daughter."

"Aino, you're Aino. You've already grown so much?" Lincoln said.

"Yes, I am twelve this year, which is exactly the same age as my mother when she entered your house," Aino said.

Hearing Aino saying that, Lincoln instantly was covered in tears.

"Sabrina, I...have wronged you."

"Dad, what's the matter for you to ask me here?" Sabrina asked.

It was only then that Lincoln regained his senses