Chapter 1543 - 1584: Cathartic Crying

At this moment, Jeremiah May stood to the side, staring blankly at the scene before him. The moment Atlas Shaw knelt down to speak to the little one, Jeremiah suddenly felt that Atlas knew the child!

Shanshan... This term of endearment was not only how the child referred to him, but even Atlas himself used it.

Moreover, the little one, who had been in a dazed state from being frightened, started crying in front of Atlas, releasing her emotions. Could it be that to the little one, Atlas was the person who made her feel safe?

Watching Atlas kneeling on the ground, hugging and constantly comforting the little one, Jeremiah only felt as if something was weighing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe.

Meanwhile, countless questions swirled in his mind.

Isn’t this little one Amelia Foster’s child? Amelia had even mentioned that she could only sneak a glance at the child from afar when Atlas was holding events at the mall.

If the little one truly knew Atlas so well, why would it be like this? A simple phone call should suffice for them to meet directly.

Moreover, the name that came from Atlas’s mouth was not "Nannan." What was going on?

The little one cried for a while before she finally stopped. The shoulder of Atlas’s clothing was naturally wet, soaked with the little one’s tears and snot, but he didn’t mind at all. He took a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the tears and snot off her face.

And the little one obediently let him wipe her, showing no signs of being shy with strangers.

"Do you know Nannan?" Jeremiah asked.

Atlas then raised his head to look at Jeremiah standing beside him, though he didn’t know how Ivy ended up with this May Family heir. But—"Her name is Harper Kinston, not Nannan."

"Harper Kinston?" Jeremiah was momentarily stunned, then said, "She isn’t. She’s Xie Nannan, the servant’s child in our house. Are you sure you haven’t mistaken her, Mr. Shaw?"

Mistaken? Atlas squinted slightly. How could he mistake her? This little life was engraved in his bones. From the moment she was born, he had been watching her, involved in every trajectory of her growth. He was confident he wouldn’t mistake her.

"Ivy?" Atlas looked at the little one in front of him, softly calling out.

By now, the little one had stopped crying, her slightly swollen, crying-induced eyes blinking, whispering, "Ivy... who is Ivy?"

At this moment, Atlas suddenly felt as if he’d been struck by lightning, "You don’t know who Ivy is?"

The little one shook her head. Perhaps the serious expression Atlas wore made the child a little timid again.

Atlas pressed his lips together, "But don’t you know who I am? Didn’t you call me Shanshan?"

"Mm... Shanshan... is Shanshan... Nannan likes Shanshan..." the little one stammered, nodding her little head. But this reaction made Atlas furrow his brows. The person before him was clearly Ivy, yet her reaction and behavior at this moment felt strange to him.

"Is she..." Atlas murmured.