Filed to story: A Little Princess's Journey from Darkness to Light Novel
Hugh nodded and replied with a gentle voice, “Morning, Lilly.”
Drake and Josh immediately looked at Hugh, and even Anthony raised his head. Strict with everyone?
Hugh coughed and looked at his watch. “Lilly, it’s already 9.00 am. You should wake up earlier next time, understand?”
Bettany maneuvered the wheelchair closer. As she got some oatmeal for Lilly, she glared at Hugh. “Why do you have such a sour expression in the morning? Do you still think you’re the leader of the company?”
Hugh pursed his lips.
Lilly smiled and said, “I understand, Grandpa. I’ll wake up earlier than the rooster next time!”
Hugh replied, “Well, you don’t have to wake up that early…”
Anthony, Drake, and Josh looked at him, leaving him speechless.
After breakfast, Anthony wanted to take Lilly to the MacNeil residence.
Yesterday, Mr. Rosewood mentioned that Lilly’s father had the surname MacNeil, so the Crawford family decided to visit them after discussing it.
If Lilly truly belonged to the MacNeil family, the Crawford family had no reason to hide her existence, so they made the decision for her.
Coincidentally, there was someone around the age of 26 in the MacNeil family. He was said to be a nephew from a small branch of the MacNeil family, living away from home, which matched what Mr. Rosewood had described.
The MacNeil residence was located near the Shaw residence. However, there was a notable distinction between the two. The Shaw residence was situated within a military compound, whereas the MacNeil residence was nestled in a prosperous neighborhood frequented by businessmen and politicians.
While traveling along the streets, Lilly leaned against the car window and let out a sudden gasp.
By the roadside, a woman dressed in vibrant red patiently awaited the traffic lights to transition to green.
Lilly noticed the woman in red because of the ghost on her back.
Upon seeing the woman in red, Pablo remarked, “Hmm? Another malevolent spirit?”
From the crying spirit that had escaped, to the vanity spirit on Cheryl, to this one…
“Tsk, are malevolent spirits that common now?” Pablo mumbled, glancing at Lilly.
Her luck was incredible. Wherever Tulip went, a ghost would appear. While others had to work hard to find ghosts, they seemed to find Lilly effortlessly. Tsk, tsk…
“That’s what we call a weakling spirit. I’ll help you record it,” Pablo said. Once it was recorded, there would be no chance for it to escape like the crying spirit.
Lilly remained silent, her gaze fixed on the man standing not far from the woman in red.
The man was tall and dressed casually. His
slightly curly hair fell in front of his eyes, giving him a cold yet handsome appearance.
Lilly felt a strange sensation as she looked at him, causing her to lean her head out of the car window.
“Lilly, don’t put your head out. It’s dangerous,” Anthony said, pulling her back inside and closing the car window.
Blake, with his sharp senses, felt someone’s gaze on him. When he looked up, he saw a black Maybach with a small figure inside passing by him.
…
In the grand dining room of the MacNeil residence, Giuliana dined gracefully with her children and daughters-in-law. One of her daughters-in-law stood by, serving her and offering a wet towel to wipe her hands and mouth. The others remained silent, accustomed to such scenes.
The butler entered and said, “Sir, Madam, the Crawford family is outside, and they have brought a little girl.”
Jerome took small bites of his food. After swallowing, he asked, “Why are they here?”
The butler replied, “I have already asked them. The Crawford family claims that Mr. Leo might be the father of Little Miss Crawford, so they have come to investigate. If possible, they would like to obtain Mr. Leo’s blood sample for a DNA test…”
The butler relayed Anthony’s words.
Giuliana rolled her eyes. “Another person here to find their relatives? Tell them we have no interest in meeting them and ask them to leave!”
She was aware of the child and had heard that the sickly Jean was the mother. Who knew which man she had slept with to become pregnant. How could a child with such a background dare to come to them? Even if this child truly belonged to the MacNeil family, Giuliana would not allow her to set foot in their residence.
At the dining table, a young man spoke hesitantly, “Aunt Giuliana, why don’t we meet them? After all, they are from the Crawford family…”
Jerome sneered, “So what if they are from the Crawford family? They are just wealthy, right?”
The wealthiest family on the continent? In Miralaea, the wealthy could garner votes to become the president. In Heneria, the wealthy could suppress the government and cover up any wrongdoing. However, in Dudroinia, no matter how wealthy one was, money was all they had. They still had to be cautious when dealing with those in power.
No matter how wealthy the Crawford family was, that was all they had. The MacNeil family, on the other hand, had a member who had received an award. Furthermore, they were also wealthy.
The butler nodded confidently and left with his head held high. He arrogantly informed Anthony that Jerome and Giuliana were busy. Before they could react, the butler departed and closed the door.
Anthony sat in the car, indifferent. If the MacNeil family did not want to see Lilly, it was fine. They didn’t want to “share” Lilly with them anyway.
Sensing Anthony’s slight unhappiness, Lilly asked, “Uncle Anthony, why are we here?”
Anthony’s expression softened as he replied, “You mentioned that you wanted to find your dad, so we came here to look.”
Yesterday, Old Mr. Rosewood had asked Lilly to find Erick MacNeil’s descendant. Old Mr. Rosewood had been focused on finding his daughter’s remains and hadn’t paid attention to the rising MacNeil family.
Five years ago, the MacNeil family was considered a prominent family in Clodston, and they were still conducting business in coastal areas.
After the gangster groups were eliminated, one of the casualties was Erick, a first-class hero.
During those peaceful times, receiving the first-class hero award was considered rare. Since Erick had no descendants or immediate family members, the honor of receiving the award fell to his cousin, Jerome.
Jerome used this opportunity to rise and establish himself in Clodston. The MacNeil family looked down on others because of this. The only ones who could make them bow were those involved in politics. Everyone in the family aspired to pass the civil service exam, but unfortunately, none of them had succeeded in recent years.
Anthony had come this time because Lilly had mentioned that her father’s surname was MacNeil. There was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes when she spoke of it, so how could Anthony disappoint her? Even if he knew the MacNeil family would look down on them, he was willing to bring Lilly here.
However, Lilly shook her head and said, “Uncle Anthony, let’s go back!”
If her father was like that, she didn’t want him. She only wanted her uncles, grandparents, and cousins!
Anthony was taken aback. “Lilly, don’t you want to find your dad anymore?”
Lilly shook her head. “I don’t want a dad like that.”
Anthony smiled. She truly was a child of the
Crawford family!
Although Old Mr. Rosewood had asked them to find Erick, Anthony didn’t mind. It would be great if he could help, but it was also fine if he couldn’t. As long as Lilly was happy, why should he care about others?
Anthony smiled and felt content. He patted Lilly’s head with his large hand. “Lilly, why don’t I take you to the playground?”
Lilly’s eyes lit up. “Let’s go! I want to go!” She couldn’t wait. She even raised her arms and said, “Let’s invite Polly and Tortoise too!”
In Lilly’s eyes, going to the playground was a wonderful thing, and wonderful things were meant to be shared with her friends!
…
In the MacNeil residence, Jerome and Giuliana had finished their meal and were gracefully wiping their lips. Giuliana asked, “Are the Crawford family still waiting outside?” If they were still there, she didn’t mind meeting them, seeing how sincere they were.
The butler responded, “They have returned.”
Giuliana scoffed. “They want to find their family, but they lack patience.”
Fortunately, they did not have to encounter the Crawford family. They hoped the Crawford family would take their bad luck with them and never bother them again.
Jerome addressed his eldest son, Davion MacNeil, “Have you reached out to the person your supervisor mentioned? His last name is also MacNeil, and he is the God of Battle who recently returned from the frontier battlefield. Find a way to contact him quickly.”
Davion was a bit troubled. “Dad, it’s not easy to locate him. He is not only the God of Battle, but he is also the leader of a secretive family…”
Jerome glared at him and said, “What secretive family? Have you been reading too many novels?! You always hesitate to help when I ask you to do something! Why do you have so many excuses? I don’t think you’ve even inquired about him before!”
