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.

she do? She had always been the one to make amends during their heated arguments in the past. Back then, a teary-eyed tug on his sleeve would

you do that to her?"

expected the confrontation, Lillian flinched.

quickly realized what he meant. "Are you talking about what happened at the mall today? That was a misunderstanding. The

off. "Stella is your daughter too. Why treat

I had with the Riley family was killed during a home invasion years ago.

tossed two

They were paternity

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

she realized the truth. The Kindle Society could make submarines; of course, they could conduct a

you never confronted me about this all these years?" she asked, locking eyes with

to Griffith, eager to talk about marriage with Lillian, he found out

her family went bankrupt, when she was pregnant, when she miscarried, and now, as she was marrying another

learned about the child they had

documents and witnessing Lillian's fiancé at a prenatal appointment, he realized that her choice was right. He couldn't offer her

he could never have imagined that, decades later, Lillian would call to say the child was alive-that she had secretly given birth and that the Riley family had raised the child

career didn't leave much room for family life. He didn't want to hold anyone

think of the one he never got to meet. If only he hadn't taken that mission, maybe