Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 1521

"You're looking for the Crawford family?"

Lilly looked at the man in black standing in front of her. His tall figure loomed over her due to his height. It didn't matter if he didn't recognize her as she would always remember him.

The man in black sat before her in resignation. His elbow rested on his knee as he leaned forward slightly to look at her.

"Lilly," he said seriously. "There is no Crawford family in Clodston. The Crawford family also has nothing to do with you. They have never once looked for you."

The man in black frowned as he continued, "It isn't a good idea to keep acting out like this!"

Lilly asked him, "Why?"

The man across from her parted his lips to speak. Before he could say anything, he bit his tongue and answered bluntly, "You will be sent to a mental asylum and be labeled a lunatic."

Lilly fell silent upon hearing his response.

They all thought she was living in her own fantasies.

All of them assumed that she was experiencing some sort of delusion after the Hatcher family accident.

Lilly lowered her gaze as she looked at her toes.

Her hands hanging by her sides were empty. She didn't have Bunny to hold. There wasn't a Polly by her side… She was all alone.

"Thank you, Dad," she said. "I know what to do now."

The man in black furrowed his brows. Alas, someone called him before he could say anything, shouting, "Where's Captain MacNeil? Blake MacNeil?!"

Blake rose to his feet and gently patted her head, saying, "Be good and wait for me here."

Lilly hummed in agreement. Nonetheless, she discreetly hobbled away from the police station after he left.

It was useless. Even if she waited for Dad here, it wouldn't change anything.

She was starting to forget what Uncle Anthony and Grandma looked like.

She had to go to Clodston pronto. Plus, she knew Dad would never allow her to make a trip to Clodston.

Sadly, for her, the road to Clodston seemed fraught with difficulties!

Lilly left the police station, trying hard to decipher the bus routes in order to get to the train station.

The driver started peppering her with questions as soon as she hopped on the bus. He had gotten so worried that he even wanted to call her parents.

Lilly had to get off the bus.

She tried several times to convince him she was fine. Alas, the driver wouldn't let her on the bus.

Thus, Lilly had no other choice but to walk there. Her shoes gradually became worn as the snow seeped through the cracks and froze her toes numb.

"It's winter again..."

Lilly panted as she stared at the snowflakes falling from the sky.

"It's okay. It doesn't matter how heavy the snow is. I will get there."

The small figure of a four-year-old, wearing an old cotton coat that did no help in warming her body, slowly made her way to the train station with each fumbling step.

She knew she couldn't get on a plane.

There might still be a chance for her to succeed if she could take a train. It was just that there were far too many people around modern train stations. The ticket booths were filled with employees maintaining order. Besides, there were also good Samaritans who would stop and guide her away. It didn't matter how many times Lilly kept sneaking in as she would be caught and removed from the premises. Eventually, the staff couldn't handle her persistent attempts any longer and took to calling the police.

This time, she was taken into custody by the officers stationed near the train station. Regardless, she quickly slipped away from them.