Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 906: Chapter 906: Is this really the child Baron Lawrence is looking for?

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.

Lyle Westbrook didn’t get angry but just glanced at her indifferently, as if he hadn’t heard her speak, and carried Giselle Lawrence inside.

It wasn’t until his tall and handsome figure disappeared at the entrance of the villa that the maid who had turned pale finally grabbed the daring one who had interjected, “Talia, what were you doing? Are you insane? Young Master Lyle didn’t ask you anything, why did you interrupt? Didn’t the housekeeper teach you the rules?”

The young girl who was caught looked quite young, with bright and friendly eyes, and flashed a radiant smile, sticking out her tongue, “I forgot.”

“You forgot that? Talia, you’re not plotting something, are you?”

The girl with her scheme exposed blushed and immediately denied, “No, Millie, don’t talk nonsense.”

Her face wasn’t red, and nobody would suspect her. But once she blushed, the maid named Millie felt a chill, “Talia, listen to me, don’t set your sights on Young Master Lyle. It’s impossible.”

“Alright, alright, I know. I didn’t say I was setting my sights on him. Let’s go inside, Miss still needs our care.”

With that, she broke free from Millie’s hand and hurriedly walked inside.

Millie stamped her feet in frustration, worried that Talia would do something foolish, and chased after her…

Inside the villa, Giselle Lawrence clung to Lyle Westbrook like a koala, her small hand gripping his shirt firmly, as if clutching a lifeline, completely dependent.

“Uncle… Uncle…”

“Uncle…”

She chattered away with her little mouth, sometimes clearly calling for her uncle, other times it sounded like Martian babble, incomprehensible.

The handsome man surprisingly didn’t find her annoying, looking down at her little face.

Although the features of a one-year-old child have not fully developed, one could vaguely see a resemblance to what she might look like grown up. The little girl in his arms had eyes that were at least fifty percent similar to Enna Clark’s.

That’s why he felt such an affinity for her the first time he saw her.

Moreover, Baron Lawrence was looking for a one-year-old girl, which made him suspect… But how could Baron Lawrence lose a child? Who could take a child from his hands?

Lyle Westbrook furrowed his eyebrows and asked the housekeeper beside him, “Did she take her medicine today?”

“The servant fed the medicine to the Miss.”

“Mm.”

Lyle Westbrook stretched out his hand to feel the little girl’s forehead, the fever had subsided.

“Did the results from the investigation I ordered come back yet?”

“They did, and the results are the same as the ones Young Master Lyle found. Miss has a congenital blood disease, and inexplicably the disease has mutated, leading to an increase in white blood cells. The experts are still looking into the specific cause.”