Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman

chapter 2465

After Fabian sent Lillian to school and went back to his office, he focused on his work.

He knew that only when he became stronger and more stable could he take better care of Lillian and give her a better future.

At present, he was trying to find an expert. What he wanted the most was to cure Lillian's inability to speak, but it seemed that there was no hope.

Fabian fiddled with his phone and opened the photo album.

This was an exclusive album, which only contained the private photos of him and Lillian.

He regarded this album as a hidden secret that he did not want anyone to know. He cherished these photos.

Most of the photos documented Lillian's daily life, and of course, there were many photos of them together.

When he saw the photos of Lillian being sick and hospitalized a while ago, it made him feel distressed for a while. The cute dollface was thin and haggard.

"Lily, I won't let you suffer anymore."

Fabian looked at Lillian's photo and made a solemn promise.

He put away his phone, picked up the document, and walked into the conference room at a steady pace to preside over the meeting.

By the time he was almost done, it was already in the evening when the sun was setting.

Fabian sat on the sofa and flipped through the album again.

In a video, Lillian was smiling with her eyes looking like crescent moons. Her fair and innocent face was as fair and smooth as a peeled egg. Her big lively eyes were as pure and clear as colored glass. Her eyes looked so lively it was as if they could speak.

She was like a doll. Yes, a doll who could not speak.

Fabian's eyes softened, and he felt tiredness overwhelming him.

He woke up after a short nap and found that it was past the time to pick up Lillian from school. Fabian hurriedly got up and went to the parking lot. He had just gotten in the car and was about to pick up Lillian when he received a sudden call from the villa.

It was from the servant, and they said that Lillian was already home.

Fabian was surprised that the servant would go to pick Lillian up. He had never given the order, so did something bad happen to Lillian? Fabian felt anxious. He slammed on the accelerator while calling the number back. However, even though the call went through, no one answered the call. This made Fabian more and more anxious.

Unbeknownst to him, he started speeding up and rushed toward the villa.

Normally, it would take about 20 minutes to go back home, but it only took him more than ten minutes today.

Fabian stopped the car and quickly ran into the house.

"Mr. Johnson, you're back," the servant greeted him when they saw him.

Fabian only had Lillian in his mind. He glanced at the servant hurriedly. "Why did no one answer the phone? where's Lily? When did she come back?" "The phone?" The servant looked at the landline curiously. "It never rang."

The servant's answer puzzled Fabian. Could it be that he called the wrong number?

Fabian was finding it strange when he heard the servant tell him, "Miss Lily has indeed come back. She's playing in the back garden now."

Upon hearing this, Fabian's heartstrings were suddenly less tense.

When he saw that the servant's expression was also very relaxed, he knew that Lillian was fine.

Fabian did not think about it anymore and walked straight to the back garden.

He did not know if it was an illusion or because he had just woken up and hurried home, Fabian kept feeling like something was a little off. However, he could not put a finger on what it was. He thought doubtfully, and the sound of someone playing badminton gradually got closer and closer to his ears.

Fabian followed the source of the sound and saw someone playing badminton in the back garden.

However, who could be playing badminton at his house?

Fabian was even more curious, so he looked up and saw the back of a young girl.

The girl was wearing a white shirt and a navy blue pleated skirt. Her figure was lithe and graceful, while her ponytail looked energetic and youthful.

Fabian thought this figure looked very familiar and kind, but he could not remember who it was.