Every time Serenity observed children playing, she thought they were still too young to have babies. Serenity rested her head on his shoulder and let out a soft “hmm.” The two children, tired from playing, ran over. Titus ran too quickly, stepped on a small stone, and fell backward. Sonny quickly helped him up. Zachary and Serenity also stood up abruptly and hurried forward. Since Sonny was still quite young and unable to lift the chubby Titus, it was Serenity who picked him up.

Titus looked like he was about to cry, his mouth forming a pout, as Serenity gently asked if he was hurt from the fall and where it hurt. Such a gentle Aunt Seren, much like Jane Mama, gave him a sense of maternal comfort. Tears welled in Titus’s eyes as he shook his head, indicating that he felt no pain from the fall. Serenity brushed the dust off his clothes, noticed the tears in his eyes, took out a tissue, and gently wiped his tears away, expressing her concern: “Did you fall on your back? Or hit your head?”

Titus had indeed fallen backward. Serenity pressed him against her thigh to check his back. When she lifted up his shirt and saw the strange markings on his back, she froze. Zachary was equally stunned. However, as the head of the York Corporation, he quickly regained his composure. He scanned Titus’s back to ensure there were no injuries and then tore off a portion of the shirt to examine the patterns more closely.

“Uncle, look at what’s on Titus’s back…” Sonny began.

“It’s nothing, Sonny. Don’t say anything, okay?” Zachary said, his tone serious for the first time.

Seeing his uncle’s seriousness, Sonny nodded, somewhat confused, and replied, “Uncle, I won’t say anything.” Serenity wanted to ask several questions, but seeing Zachary’s grave request to Sonny, she hesitated.

Not wanting to say anything more, she remained silent. She assisted Titus in checking the back of his head, finding no injury; presumably, the little guy was in pain when he fell. Serenity lifted Titus and sat him up, gently asking, “Titus, where does it hurt? You need to tell Aunt Seren.”

“Aunt Seren, the pain is gone,” Titus replied, snuggling in Serenity’s arms and clutching her clothes. In a childlike voice, he added, “Aunt Seren, I love being held like this, just like a mother. My favorite thing is to admire my mom, and now I also like you, Aunt Seren.”

Serenity had a comforting scent, reminiscent of a mother. When Jane first took Titus in, he was just one year old and could barely walk, only able to say “Mama.” Now, at nearly three years old, he remained a child, even after training alongside the old genius doctor. He was drawn to those who smelled like a mother.

The inquisitive little boy questioned his master about why he called Jane “Mama” instead of “Mom.” Everyone else had a mother—where was his real one? Titus was quite intelligent; otherwise, Lilian wouldn’t have noticed him and accepted him as her apprentice, wanting to pass on all her knowledge.

He understood that he was different from his younger siblings after the adults instructed him to refer to Jane as “Mama Jane.” His master was straightforward and told him directly that Jane was not his biological mother. He even explained that they didn’t know who his real mother was and that he would need to discover that for himself as he grew up.

Serenity’s heart melted. She had always loved children, having raised Sonny herself. With a smile, she said, “Aunt Seren likes Titus very much too.”