My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire！ - Chapter 816

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“Daddy! Daddy!”

Amy tilted her head up, her eyes bright with excitement as she called out, “Daddy!”

Monbatten froze in place, staring down at the tiny girl. His brows furrowed in confusion. “What did you just call me?”

“Daddy! You’re Daddy!”

Her sweet, clear voice rang through the room, leaving Monbatten stunned.

Squatting down to her eye level, Monbatten suddenly chuckled. “How old are you, little one?”

Amy replied in her childish lilt, “Three!”

Keira, standing nearby, found herself at a loss for words, torn between laughter and frustration.

Amy had always been such a well-behaved child and had promised not to cause trouble on the way here. So why was she acting up now?

Keira stepped forward, a polite but apologetic smile on her face. “King Monbatten, I’m so sorry. This is my daughter. She’s just teasing you.”

Monbatten waved her off with an indulgent laugh. “No worries. She’s adorable.”

Then, with a wistful sigh, he added, “I wish I had a daughter as sweet as her.”

Amy’s face lit up as she pointed at herself. “Daddy, I am your daughter!”

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Monbatten laughed again, though this time softer. “Alright, alright. You’re my daughter.”

He reached out to gently pat her head, his eyes growing tender.

For years now, the desire for a child had been a quiet ache in his chest.

In his youth, he’d felt no rush, confident in his health and vigor. But by twenty-five, when he finally started longing for a family, the dream of fatherhood remained elusive.

Now, at thirty-three, the shadow of succession loomed. Without an heir, the pressure to adopt or designate one from the extended family grew heavier by the day. After all, a king couldn’t leave the throne without a successor, and Country A couldn’t risk losing its future crown prince.

Monbatten found his gaze returning to Amy.

There was a purity in her large, sparkling eyes—like fresh grapes in the morning sun. Her small, heart-shaped face and pointed chin tugged at his heartstrings.

He ran a hand over her hair and turned to Keira. “Why is she so thin?”

Keira sighed. “She’s actually put on a little weight. She’s just built this way.”

When Amy had been under Keera’s care, meals were sporadic, often missed or poorly prepared. After Keira had taken her in, Amy’s diet improved, but her delicate build remained the same.

Her petite, almost fragile frame often reminded people of an ethereal character from a classic novel—beautiful and yet so easy to pity.

Keira glanced at Amy.

This little one’s sudden outburst, calling Monbatten “Daddy,” had been terribly improper, but the king’s lack of irritation spoke volumes about Amy’s charm.

In the Olsen family, it was the same—no one, from the youngest to the eldest, could resist Amy’s sweetness.

Her soft-spoken words, paired with those shy, pleading eyes, seemed to silently beg: Please love me.

She was simply irresistible.

Even Monbatten, known for his indifference toward children, was clearly taken with her.

Years of longing for a child had made Monbatten sensitive to the topic. His relatives often flaunted their offspring before him, hoping to strengthen their standing in the royal line.

The overexposure had left him exasperated and weary of children in general.

But Amy was different. From the moment he saw her, she had been utterly captivating.

Monbatten glanced at Keira and Lewis. “Is she your daughter? She’s precious.”

The couple exchanged a look before Lewis nodded. “Yes, she’s ours.”

Monbatten chuckled. “She doesn’t look much like either of you.”

Meanwhile, one of Monbatten’s guards kept his eyes fixed on Amy, his brows slightly furrowed. There was something oddly familiar about her, though he couldn’t quite place it.

“Alright,” Sean Church interrupted with a smile. “Why don’t we move into the dining room?”

The group filed into the long banquet hall, where a beautifully set table awaited.

Though a high chair had been prepared for Amy, the little girl ignored it, her tiny arms and legs working hard as she pushed a chair closer to Monbatten.

“I want to sit next to Daddy!” she declared.

Keira sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Just as she was about to step in and carry Amy back, Monbatten stopped her with a laugh. “Let her. It’ll be good practice for me, learning how to interact with kids.”

Waving her off, he turned to Amy with a warm smile. “What do you want to eat? I’ll get it for you.”

Amy’s face lit up as she pointed at the table. “The roast pork, Daddy!”

Monbatten’s smile faltered for a moment before he tried correcting her, “I’m not your daddy. Call me Uncle.”

“Okay, Daddy!”

“…The roast pork, right? Got it.”

Monbatten shook his head with a resigned chuckle, giving up entirely.

How could anyone scold this little ball of sunshine? She was like a tiny kitten demanding attention—a complete heart-stealer.

The sight of Monbatten, the King himself, serving a child was so shocking that his guards stood frozen, mouths agape.

Their king, who had never even poured himself a glass of water, was now serving roast pork to a toddler?

As they stared, the guards’ attention drifted back to Amy.

She was happily munching away, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster. The sight made one of the guards laugh softly.

But then, he froze, his smile fading as something clicked.

The way Amy ate—those tiny movements, the puffed cheeks—it reminded him of someone.

Monbatten’s mother.

Could it be…