“Lana, I don’t have a sister like you!”

Fabian carried Lillian in his arms, turned around, and walked toward the garage.

Lillian, who was in his arms, kept her sights on Jeremy who had been ignoring her.

Her big, innocent eyes blinked lightly, but they gradually dimmed and shut close.

Jeremy looked at Lillian who was being carried away in his peripheral vision. He was certain that Fabian would not harm Lillian.

He muttered thousands of apologies on the inside, but he could not relieve the pain in his heart.

She was his and Madeline’s only little princess, but he could not even help the precious little princess up when she fell down in front of him.

What kind of father was he?

Madeline and Ryan had just returned to Whitman Manor from the police station. They were still worried about Lillian’s whereabouts when they saw a sports car parked at the door.

She fixed her gaze on it and saw Fabian sitting in the passenger seat with a child in his arms.

“Lillian?”

Madeline walked over