18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 398

Daniel was back, his face as unreadable as a stone. The more emotionless he looked, the more anxious Lillian felt, but she forced a smile and stood up to greet him. "Welcome home, Dan." He glanced around the house with a nonchalant "Hmm."

Lillian stepped closer, reaching for his briefcase. "You barely come home. What would you like for dinner? I'll make something special."

Ignoring her question, Daniel shifted his gaze to Julia, whose face was bruised and swollen. "Julia, can you give us a moment? I need to talk to your mom."

Julia, nursing her wounds and mulling over a response, found herself tongue-tied under Daniel's stern gaze. His silent authority left her feeling utterly powerless, fear creeping into her very bones. She retreated to her room, closing the door with a sense of dread.

Daniel sat down and motioned for Lillian to do the same. "Sit."

Lillian took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. "What's wrong with you? Why the long face after work?"

He remained silent, just staring at her.

It felt as if he was looking through her, seeing someone else a woman who was once lively and passionate, who defied societal norms and promised to marry him no matter what. Thirty years had drastically changed that image.

Lillian hated his scrutinizing gaze; it made her feel like the worst kind of villain.

make amends during their heated arguments in the past. Back then, a teary-eyed

you do that

expected the confrontation, Lillian

you talking about what happened at the mall today? That was a misunderstanding.

off. "Stella is your daughter too.

face turned pale. "What are you talking about, Dan? Julia is my only daughter. The child I had with the Riley family was killed during a home invasion years ago.

briefcase and tossed two

the contents. They were paternity test reports.

showed a 99.999% probability that Stella was Daniel's daughter, while

The Kindle Society could make submarines;

confronted me about this all these years?" she asked, locking eyes

chose to accept it. He had been away on a secret mission for over a year, barely surviving. When he returned to Griffith, eager to talk about marriage with Lillian,

when she was pregnant, when she miscarried, and now, as she was

learned about

news hit him hard. He hadn't wanted to believe it, but after seeing hospital documents and witnessing Lillian's fiancé at a prenatal appointment, he realized that her choice was right. He couldn't offer her the

was alive-that she

but because his career didn't leave

whenever he saw lively, mischievous children, he'd think of the one he never got to meet. If only he hadn't taken that mission, maybe their child would have been born safely, and he would have had the chance