Chapter 961: The Mystery of One's Origin (6)

Her memories of childhood weren't abundant, but she did remember often sitting on her father's shoulders, letting him be her big horse to ride.

Back then, Eddy Sherman was on the rise in his career, yet in the face of his beloved daughter, he always spoiled her without condition, even bringing her along when going out to discuss business.

She was the Sherman Family's treasure, the Little Princess who grew up in the palm of Eddy Sherman's hand.

She heard from the family's former Servant that her dad would often stare while she slept, as if worried his little Baby would suddenly vanish, insisting on watching over her even as she rested.

"It seems, you didn't just love your dad greatly, but your dad also loved you very much," Grace Yakov said after giving Evelyn Sherman a glance, stretching out her hand to touch her hair.

The two of them walked out of the Theatre side by side, and Evelyn Sherman, looking at her desolate figure, couldn't help but ask.