Chapter 2 Get Her Out Of Here

Hugh had his rules, one of which was that phones should be turned off during morning meetings.

Gilbert quickly retrieved his phone and was about to end the call.

Hugh scolded, “Take it!”

Gilbert then coughed. “Dad, it was an unknown number, I…”

Hugh put his teacup aside and ordered, “Take the call and put it on speakers!”

Bryson and Jonas looked pitifully at Gilbert.

Gilbert had no choice but to pick up the call and put it on speakers.

They were taken aback when they heard a small voice.

“Hello… is this uncle? I’m Lilly Hatcher… My mommy is Jean Crawford… Are you my Uncle Gilbert?”

The little girl’s voice was weak and indescribably monotonous, like a small robot, with no discernible emotions in her tone.

The looks of the Crawford family changed drastically!

Clack… Hugh’s pen cap dropped from his hand.

They could not utter a single sound, as if everyone had their throats strangled.

The child’s tender voice sounded again on the other end of the phone.

“Uncle… I’m so cold and hungry… I didn’t push my stepmother, but they don’t believe me… Daddy dragged me to the gate to kneel… but I’m cold… Uncle, will you help me…”

As she spoke, her voice grew weaker and weaker.

The sound of the snowstorm blowing could still be heard from the other end of the call, but her voice had abruptly stopped.

Gilbert finally got back to his senses and grabbed his phone, holding it close to his mouth as he yelled frantically,

“Hey, Li-Lilly? Where are you? Tell me your location now!”

However, there was no response.

Hugh, panicked, stood up, and his previously rigid and stern look had already gone as if he had aged in an instant.

the number

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passed out before finishing the call and dropped the

his phone and saw Lilly lying

her and snarled, “It’d be better if she’s

who was poorly dressed and in bad condition. He took her back to his

he

and appeared to be confused. As Stephen was enamored by her cuteness, he

love, he doted on her, telling her to not force herself to do

about

knows if a female beggar like her was taken advantage of when she

doesn’t Lilly have any resemblance

out that he was

his phone and walked away. He continuously made

Mr. Burton, it’s me, Stephen! I’m wondering if you are acquainted with the Crawford

the Crawford family? Oh, my company’s just having a

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outside the study room was intense, and Lilly was still lying on the snow. It was only a matter

a little conscious but could no longer force her eyes

had never cried since her mother died. Even if her father abused her, she never shed a single

to cry at that

uncle, there was no response from the other

me too? Then no

and mommy sees me, will she hate

cold, were pressed together

won’t cry… Lilly’s a

she heard a

arrived at the Hatcher mansion, and a man wearing a black down coat got out of the first car and opened

the snow had already

around. On the phone, Lilly said she was kneeling at the

noticed a small pile of

shoved the snow away, causing his hands to redden from the cold. Finally, he found a small figure

“Lilly?!”

he knew that this was their

most beloved and cherished sister’s child –

as if she had fallen into a warm embrace, and the person had even taken off their

an instant

man before her – he looked somewhat similar

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