I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

"......Waaaah!"

Terror filled the eyes of the pretty little child with a red ribbon in her hair, and soon tears welled up. The next moment, she burst into loud, desperate sobs, as if she had seen a monster.

Duke Ferio Voreoti narrowed his brows, irritation evident on his face, and waved his hand dismissively. An orphanage staff member, who had been anxiously watching from behind the door, quickly rushed in and took the crying child away.

As the child’s wails gradually faded—

“How long do I have to keep doing this?”

With a short sigh, his black bangs shifted slightly. His dull black eyes were filled with boredom, and as that emotion flickered across his gaze, he briefly looked at the spot where the child had been before turning his attention elsewhere. A bottle of whiskey sat on the desk used by the orphanage director.

“This was your decision, Your Grace,” came the response from his secretary, Lupe, who stood right behind him.

“This is a new record,” Lupe added.

“What is?”

“The children start crying the moment they see your face.”

This was the fifth orphanage Ferio Voreoti had visited.

“The instant they see you, they’re terrified...”