Filed to story: A Little Princess's Journey from Darkness to Light Novel
She continued searching and found a small shawl. Bettany said she might get cold in the air-conditioned car, so Bettany gave it to her.
Lilly took out the shawl and wrapped it around her head and nose.
A woman couldn’t help but be amused seeing Lilly like that.
“Your sister told you to wait, but you can wait outside if it smells bad!”
Lilly answered, “No, I must keep my word.”
Hannah also yelled, “Don’t go!”
The woman laughed, shook her head, and left.
Lilly felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Hannah, are you done?”
Hannah responded, “Wait, a little longer.”
Lilly asked, “How much longer is a little?”
Hannah said, “I don’t know either. Let me see…”
The people waiting in line outside couldn’t help but burst out laughing when they saw Lilly and Hannah’s interaction.
Lilly folded her hands outside the shawl and continued to cover her nose. “Hannah, hurry up! I can’t hold it anymore!”
Flush! Hannah finally came out. “Let’s go! It stinks.”
Lilly ran out while shouting, “Oh my god, it’s so smelly!”
Meanwhile, Anthony waited for the children to come out in the public area. He saw Lilly running out, wrapped up in the shawl.
Seeing Lilly like that, Anthony felt strange and thought the public hygiene of the playground wasn’t good enough.
Anthony casually held his phone and sent a message. “Buy that land in the suburbs and plan an amusement park. Give me the plan tonight.”
Charlie, who received the message at the company, was full of doubt.
After Lilly ran out, she immediately took off her mask and shawl, then took a deep breath.
She originally wanted to say that the air outside was better. But she was still at the bathroom door.
“Uh.” She quickly washed her hands and ran toward Anthony.
“Uncle Anthony!” Lilly ran happily with her two braids bouncing.
Anthony subconsciously bent down and hugged her. Immediately, he smelled a faint odor on her.
Anthony tapped on the screen and sent out another message. “Especially the hygiene, plan it better.”
Charlie, on the other side, was even more doubtful. What happened? Mr. Anthony said he took Little Miss to the amusement park today. Did she fall into the toilet?
Lilly hugged Anthony’s neck and asked, “Uncle Anthony, can you help me find out where Aunt Rebecca lives?”
Anthony asked Lilly as he watched Hannah, Josh, and Drake approach, “Why do you want to find her?”
Lilly whispered, “To catch ghosts!”
Anthony was stunned, then replied, “Okay.”
He didn’t even ask for the details and agreed to do everything Lilly wanted.
…
On the other side, Blake obtained all the information about the Crawford family, including everyone’s photos.
“Jean Crawford…” He looked at the photo silently and asked gloomily, “She’s dead?”
He frowned and inexplicably felt irritated. In the photo, Jean seemed pale and weak. He failed to see Jean’s face that night, but her eyes were familiar.
“I would like to know where she has been for the past five years. Please go and find out.”
The man standing nearby responded, “Mr. MacNeil, there is no need to investigate that. Before Jean lost her memory due to leukemia, she went to South City. The young Miss from the Crawford family has recently returned from there.”
Blake fell silent. He picked up Lilly’s photograph once more and placed it next to Jean’s.
Lilly Crawford. Ah, it seems that I have a daughter now!
Blake’s mind drifted back to the past as memories flooded his thoughts.
After his grandfather’s death, Blake didn’t return to his ordinary life. Instead, he chose to follow in his grandfather’s footsteps and continue his unfinished mission.
At the age of seven, the underworld discovered his grandfather’s true identity and sought revenge by killing Blake’s parents. He spent the next eight years hiding and wandering, constantly being pursued.
By the time he turned fifteen, Blake had undergone a drastic transformation in appearance. Changing his name, he successfully infiltrated the underworld group.
By the age of twenty, he had become the leader of the underworld group known as Mr. Dark. However, he had to rely on drugs to conceal his true identity.
When he turned twenty-one, five years ago, his partner betrayed him and exposed his
true identity. As a result, the boss of the underworld group injected him with ten B-drugs.
B-drug was a club drug, and there was an unwritten rule that it had to be injected in the presence of women. When the police raided the drug dens, they often encountered chaotic scenes. The effects of the drug made it impossible for him to control himself.
He couldn’t even remember how he had captured Jean. All he could recall were her panicked and despairing eyes.
The memory caused a sudden pain in Blake’s head, prompting him to rub his eyebrows.
During those years of living undercover, he acted recklessly and never considered the consequences, except when it came to Jean.
When the organization rescued him, they also dismantled the entire underworld group. They then sent him to a secret training camp for drug rehabilitation.
The drug was insidious, capable of destroying one’s willpower. Blake couldn’t escape the consequences of his actions.
After two years of abstinence in the training camp, the organization was hesitant to release him. Instead, they sent him to the frontlines of the battlefield. Through the brutality of bloodshed and war, he managed to climb out of the abyss.
And now, he was back. His first priority upon returning was to find Jean, the girl he had destroyed five years ago. However, he discovered that she, too, was dead.
Blake stared out at the traffic, lost in his thoughts.
Over the course of eighteen years, all his close relatives had passed away. Most of his comrades had sacrificed their lives. The only woman he had ever been with was also gone. It felt as if he had nothing left.
Blake glanced at a photo of Lilly.
She had a smile in her eyes and two faint dimples. Her smile was sweet.
“Lilly…”
The wind blew through his curly black hair, partially obscuring his deep eyes, making him appear even more lonely and cold.
…
In contrast to Blake’s solitude and coldness, the Crawford family home was filled with liveliness and the aroma of food.
Children laughed and played throughout the house. Bettany raised her voice slightly. “Kids, wash your hands before eating!”
Lilly quickly rinsed her hands, barely getting them wet before rubbing them together.
Gilbert, who had returned early from his night shift, noticed Lilly’s behavior and raised an eyebrow. “Lilly, make sure you wash your hands properly!”
Lilly shyly smiled. “Okay, Uncle Gilbert!”
Gilbert dispensed soap foam and took Lilly’s tiny hands in his.
