Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Chapter 1700

Chapter 1700

While Fabian could be considered a stranger, his behavior toward their little princess was out of the ordinary.

Otherwise, why would he replace Lillian immediately getting off the plane?

An amusement park nearby.

Since it was winter and the working hours, there were not many people at the park.

Even though the sun shone brightly, it was not enough to warm the body in the chilling winter.

Fabian was standing by the railing, watching Lillian who sat happily on the carousel. His face and eyes no longer held the warmth from earlier.

He narrowed his eyes, staring at the candy on the palm of his hand.

The candy wrapper had already faded, and the candy inside too had expired. Just like some other things, they had deteriorated in these two years. However, he very well understood that, despite the faded wrapper and expired candy, some ingredients, like some relationships, still held unique meaning. While still deep in thought, his phone started vibrating again.

He knew that it had to be from Madeline and Jeremy.

Fabian ignored it. When the carousel was slowing down, he walked up and waited for Lillian.

When the carousel stopped, he reached out and gently pulled Lillian into his arms.

Touching that soft petite body somehow dispelled the anxiety in Fabian's heart.

He again carried Lillian to another amusement facility to play. He watched her play, staying with her the entire time.

As they leisurely walked around, he bought Lily a balloon, a doll, and sweet cotton candy.

Although children were undoubtedly very annoying and clingy creatures, yet Fabian did not replace Lillian to be annoying in the slightest.

The only thing he found unfortunate was Lilian's inability to speak.

The person who was responsible for causing Lillian's inability for normal speech was his sister Lana.

'Heh, Lana.'

She was dead. They were all dead.

All his family members were dead.

Thump!

While Fabian was lost in thought, he heard a sudden noise.

He lifted his gaze and saw that Lillian had fallen. He blanched immediately as he strode over to her.

"Lily, where does it hurt? Tell me, quickly!" Fabian's eyes were filled with worry and concern.

Lillian pointed at her right knee where her sock was ripped, faintly revealing a scratch wound.

This should be very painful for a five- or six-year-old little girl, yet Lilian's clear, wide, round eyes shed not a single tear.

She neither cried nor made a fuss. Her calmness and stubbornness greatly resembled Madeline's.

However, Fabian felt his heart aching.

He scooped up Lillian with an arm and headed toward the doctor's office.

The doctor immediately cleaned Lillian's wounds, but for some reason, the blood on her knee seemed to keep coming, oozing out without end.

The doctor had no choice but to simply wrap some bandages around Lillian's wound.

Fabian found this odd. 'How could a wound keep on bleeding and not stop?'

Without hesitation, he carried Lillian to the nearest hospital.