Chapter 1782
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
He lifted his eyes and looked over. He did not see Madeline but saw Evan sitting before him instead.
âWhen did you sit here?â Fabian looked confused.
Evan pushed his retro, gold -rimmed glasses and lazily leaned back on the sofa.
âI sat down when you were longingly watching that lady leave. What is it? Do you like older girls?â
After hearing this explanation, Fabianâs brows drew together, and he said flatly, â Sheâs Lilyâs mother.â
There was a slight change in Evanâs eyes upon hearing that. He then looked in the direction where Madeline had left.
âSheâs Eveline?â Fabian nodded lightly.
Evan pensively contemplated. âSheâs different indeed. I almost ran into her just now, and despite the distance, I could still smell the fragrance on her. A perfumer. Special indeed.â
When Fabian heard that, his brows furrowed further, and his expression darkened further.
A beautiful waitress brought Evanâs coffee over with a smile. He elegantly took a sip and continued, âI heard what she said before she left. Sheâs worried about her daughterâs physical condition. Did you not tell her about Lilyâs condition?â
Fabian looked at the black tea latte, which was left untouched and still steaming hot, then gave a low chuckle.
âThereâs no need for her to know.â
âTch. âThereâs no needâ,â Even said, smiling while he repeated those four words. âYouâve saved her daughterâs life, and youâre saying âthereâs no needâ. When did you become so generous, Mr. Johnson?â
Even mocked, though the look on his face seemed more serious.
âIâm curious, actually. Back then, didnât you tell me to stop caring about the little girl? You asked me to let her run her course. You also told me that there was no need to find a suitable bone marrow for her.
âWhy did you suddenly change your mind then? Is it possible that youâre imitating that woman, speaking empty words, Mr. Johnson?â
This piqued Evanâs interest. All this while, he had always been confused about this, but every time he asked, Fabian would not speak anything of it. This time, he decided to try his luck again to see whether Fabian would relent.
However, Fabian still did not relent.
He got up, left the café, and drove straight to the villa. Evan drove too, following behind Fabian.
After they had parked, Fabian came straight to Lillianâs room.
Lillian would usually be asleep at this hour.
Fabian cautiously walked to the bedside. When he saw the faint blush on Lillianâs cheeks, he could not help but smile.
âThe way youâre looking at her seems like youâre looking at something precious.â
Fabian averted his gaze and disapprovingly glared at Evan.
âGet out.â
Fabian said and turned around to leave.
Evan looked at Lillian, who was deep in slumber, holding her doll. He smiled knowingly before turning around.
In the study.
Evan sat down on the sofa, then placed his long legs on the coffee table as though this was his home.
âFabian, is there any relationship between you and the little girl? Donât you hate her parents? Why did you save her then?â
Fabian took a piece of candy from the candy jar on the desk. He gently opened it, then put it into his mouth.
âYou truly want to know?â