Chapter 4 Best If You Died Out There

A guess flashed through Rosalie’s mind. This little girl, she could not be hard of speaking, could she?

Thinking of this possibility, she felt pity for the little girl and whispered, “Give me your hand, will you?”

Then, she offered her hand forward.

The little girl looked at her timidly, but her expression softened when she heard her voice.

Rosalie was not in a hurry. She waited patiently for her as she slowly accepted her.

The little girl hesitated for a long time before trying to reach out to Rosalie.

Seeing this, Rosalie immediately grasped her hand gently. She smiled and helped the little girl up before checking her again.

The distance between them narrowed because of this action.

The little girl’s body was soft and smelled of milk.

Rosalie’s heart was soft, but she could not help thinking of her child who had died young.

If she had grown up well, she would be about this big now!

Thinking of this, Rosalie could not help the traces of heartache and regret in her eyes.

The little girl seemed to have sensed her emotions and obediently kept still. However, her big eyes had been staring at her face all this while.

Although she knew she should not approach strangers, this lady was really beautiful…

Not to mention, there was something about her that made her want to be close to her.

not help but exclaim, “This little girl is so delicate. She doesn’t look half as bad as

got separated from her family. Let’s take her to the police station to see

the little girl beside

looked down

to see the little girl shaking her head. Her watery eyes were slightly red as if she was

obviously

pitiful appearance, Rosalie

her to the police station in time, she was afraid she would be forced to bear the crime

herself having

we don’t go to the police

girl. “Do you know your parents’ mobile phone number? I can have

shaking her head, but

response from her after a while. Thinking that she did not know it, she was

a pen and a small post-it note from her pocket. She wrote down a string of numbers, followed by “daddy” behind it, and

the little girl’s father’s number according to the figures

she really can’t

Lucian and Nox murmured.

glanced at her two sons and warned,

upright and smiled at the little girl

leaned into Rosalie’s side, her

She confirmed the number and then clicked the dial

Lawrence Manor.

gates of the villa with a serious expression,

him with worry on his face, and said,

felt a low pressure emanating from

frown and

everywhere

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