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Rosella's voice quivered with concern as she addressed her husband, her eyes darting between him and Arina, searching for reassurance in their shared gaze.

"Are you both planning to go anywhere again?" she inquired, her tone a delicate balance of curiosity and apprehension, her fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her blouse.

Mr. Shaw's response was matter-of-fact, his words carrying a sense of routine as he outlined his plans for the day, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered the impending tasks ahead.

"I'll head to the office after lunch," he replied, his voice steady, though a flicker of exhaustion danced behind his eyes, a testament to the weight of responsibility he bore.

Arina interjected softly, her reluctance to leave evident in her demeanor, her shoulders slumping slightly as she contemplated the prospect of another outing.

"I'm staying home," she added, her tone gentle but firm, her gaze fixed on a distant point outside the window, lost in thought.

A glimmer of hope danced in Rosella's eyes as she shared her plans for Arina's upcoming birthday, her excitement palpable in every word, her voice tinged with anticipation.

"I was thinking of going shopping. Arina, baby, your birthday is approaching, so I'm planning a little party," she announced with enthusiasm, her hands clasped together in anticipation, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Arina's response was polite but tinged with mild exasperation, her eyes rolling in a gesture of affectionate teasing, her lips quirking up in a half-hearted attempt to conceal her amusement.

"As you wish, Mom," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips, her gaze flickering briefly to her father, seeking solace in his supportive presence.

Rosella's expression shifted to one of understanding as she absorbed Arina's refusal, her maternal instincts urging her to respect her daughter's boundaries, her heart aching with the desire to protect her from the challenges of the world.

"Would you like to come with me?" she asked, her expression hopeful, her eyes pleading for Arina to share in the excitement of the day.

"No, Mom, I'm a little tied up," Arina declined politely, her tone gentle but resolute, her fingers nervously twirling a lock of her long red hair.

Rosella's concern for Arina's happiness was evident in every word she spoke, her love for her daughter shining through despite the obstacles they faced, her heart heavy with the weight of maternal worry.

"I understand, sweetheart. I know you miss your friends, but you have to adjust to the new environment and make new friends," Rosella urged, enveloping her daughter in a warm, motherly hug, her arms wrapping around Arina in a protective embrace, her touch a balm to soothe her daughter's worries.

"I will, Mom," Arina assured, her voice soft but determined, her eyes shining with determination as she returned the embrace, her heart warmed by her mother's unconditional love.

Arina's departure left a lingering sense of concern in the air, a silent reminder of the challenges she faced in adjusting to her new life, her footsteps echoing softly down the hallway as she retreated to her room, her mind buzzing with thoughts and emotions.

"She's changed a lot since losing her parents," Rosella remarked, her gaze following Arina's retreating figure, her voice tinged with sadness, her heart heavy with the memory of past losses.

Mr. Shaw's voice held a note of solemnity as he acknowledged Arina's struggle, his words a testament to his empathy as a father, his gaze lingering on the closed door, a silent prayer for his daughter's happiness whispered in the depths of his soul.

"Don't say that in front of her," Mr. Shaw cautioned, his voice heavy with a sense of responsibility, his eyes filled with paternal concern as he glanced towards Arina's closed door, mindful of her delicate state of mind.

"She needs to move on, Barton. It's been almost eleven years, but she's still afraid of new things and prefers to avoid facing the world," Rosella expressed with a hint of sadness, her voice tinged with empathy for her daughter's struggle, her fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on the kitchen table.

"I know, baby. Aaron was the one who brought her back to life after losing her parents," Mr. Shaw acknowledged, his tone softening with memories of happier times, a fond smile touching his lips as he recalled his son's unwavering support for his sister.

"I want to celebrate her birthday this year with many people. She's turning eighteen, Barton. She should have a boyfriend, but my poor baby doesn't want any friends... the idea of a boyfriend seems distant to her," Rosella lamented, her voice filled with longing for her daughter's happiness, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she voiced her concerns.

"She's my daughter, and I'll make sure she has a boyfriend," Mrs. Shaw declared with determination, her voice resolute as he vowed to fulfill his daughter's wishes, his eyes reflecting his unwavering commitment to her well-being.

"Relax, baby. Today we met the king, and I think he's interested in our princess," Barton revealed, a mischievous glint in his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he teased his wife with the prospect of a royal suitor for their daughter.

"Are you out of your mind? At his age, waiting for death, he wants my baby... It's never going to happen, Mr. Shaw," Rosella snapped, her protective instincts flaring to life, her indignation clear in her tone, her hands clenching into fists at the mere suggestion of their daughter being pursued by someone so much older.

"Relax, baby. The king has changed. I'm talking about Ryan Wolf," Barton clarified, a smirk still playing on his lips, his eyes dancing with amusement at his wife's reaction, his tone teasing yet sincere as he reassured her of his intentions.

"He's still too old for my baby. He's twenty-five, and she's only eighteen," Rosella protested, her voice filled with maternal concern, her gaze pleading with her husband to understand her fears for their daughter's well-being.

"Don't you think he'll take care of her better than any other boy?" Barton reasoned, his voice calm and persuasive, his eyes meeting his wife's with unwavering confidence in his assessment of Ryan Wolf's character.

"Somewhere, you're right, but I still want the best for my baby," Rosella conceded, her voice softening with resignation, her love for Arina evident in her every word, her heart heavy with the weight of maternal worry for her daughter's future.

Rosella cherished Arina as her own child. Arina's mother had been her best friend, and their bond was akin to sisterhood. It was through her mother that Rosella had met Barton and fallen in love, unaware of the challenges that awaited her. But her good karma had paid off when Barton helped her establish her own business, leading to a life of peace and stability

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