An hour later, the Rolls-Royce stopped at the entrance of the villa.
The moment Lyle Westbrook got out of the car,
a small figure sprinted towards him, throwing herself into his arms, "Uncle... No..."
Lyle Westbrook's back stiffened, seemingly unaccustomed, but then he bent down and picked up the little girl who was hugging his leg, gently asking, "Have you been good at home today?"
Giselle Lawrence blinked her eyes, tilted her head, and adorably mimicked his speech, "Good~"
Her milky voice, innocent and sweet, could melt a person's heart.
A maid came over to join the conversation, "Young Master Lyle, Miss has been very good today. She didn't fuss or cry during her injection, but she did cry for a while after waking up to find you weren't here."
Young Master Lyle hadn't asked her anything, yet she dared to chime in!
The maid standing next to her turned pale with fright.