The servant nodded continuously and immediately turned around and headed over to Lillian’s room.
Fabian momentarily stood in place before making his way downstairs, as though he just thought of the words to use as a response.
Evan, who was following behind Fabian, also reached the hall downstairs.
Madeline was standing in the hall and, when she saw Fabian, who was leisurely walking down the stairs, she then walked up to him.
“Lilian’s here, right?”
Upon hearing that, Fabian frowned and intended to express the unpleasant feeling within him.
“You might be unaware, Mrs. Whitman, but this is my personal household. Normally, I’d only entertain my best friends; everyone else is forbidden from entering here.”
Madeline could make out what Fabian was trying to convey from his statement.
She looked at Evan, who was behind Fabian, and immediately recalled that man was the one who she had nearly knocked into in the coffee shop not too long ago.
Evan, noticing Madeline’s gaze upon him, then put on a carefree smile, stepping forward to offer Madeline his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Miss Montgomery. It’s my first time meeting you in person. I’m Fabian’s friend, Laker.”
Although Evan’s smile looked somewhat frivolous, it still looked rather friendly to Madeline.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Laker.”
Madeline politely shook Evan’s hand, then looked at Fabian.
“Fabian, are you truly not going to allow me to meet with my daughter?”
“Lilian isn’t here, ” Fabian said, flat out denying it despite Lilian was in fact sleeping in the bedroom upstairs.
Madeline lifted her eyes to look at her surroundings. In the corner of the sofa, she saw a doll. She also saw, on the coffee table, a flower vase containing a bouquet of powder blue baby’s breath.
‘All of these are Lily’s favorite.’
“I know Lilian’s here, Fabian. Hurry up and bring me to see my daughter. Lillian’s my child. I have the right to meet her and to bring her away.”
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