When he heard, Fabian’s expression immediately changed.
His long legs strode forth and, as quick as lightning, arrived at Lillian’s bedroom.
“Lily.”
He called her name out nervously.
As he entered the room, he realized that the atmosphere inside was not as he expected.
Lillian was not crying, and the room was decorated to look like the venue of a birthday party.
A maid in the room saw Fabian return and smiled brightly as she wished, “Happy birthday, Young Master Fabian.”
‘Birthday?’
Fabian was dazed. ‘Is it my birthday today?’
The last time he celebrated his birthday was before Yorick died.
He had long forgotten what it felt like to celebrate his birthday.
Now, he watched as Lillian walked over to him with a smile, holding a small four-inch shortcake in her hands.
She looked like an innocent angel who was now returning him the happiness he had lost a long time ago.
Lillian smiled softly. Despite her inability to speak, her eyes already conveyed a very clear message.
Fabian cooperatively squatted down and reached out to take the cake.
“Make a wish, Young Master Fabian.”
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