NovelGoldChapter 402 Jeffry rapped his knuckles softly on the door-twice-then waited, but there was no response.
He frowned, gave the door a firmer knock, and called out, "Liam, are you in there?" Still, the door stayed tightly shut. Not a sound cfrom inside.
Jeffry glanced back at Sean. "Sir, I don't think Liam's home." Sean's expression darkened, frustration flickering across his face.
Ever since Mandy's death, Liam hadn't shown up to work for over a month now. No one had any idea what he'd been doing all this time.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSean drew in a long breath, trying to steady himself, but anxiety gnawed at him, relentless.
He slammed his palm against the door, desperation creeping into his low voice. "Liam! Open up!" No answer. The door remained resolutely closed.
Sean's body wavered, and he stumbled hard against the cold wall.
Jeffry rushed over to steady him, worry etched into his face. "Are you alright, sir?" Sean shook his head, his voice rough. "I'm fine." He lifted his gaze, eyes fixed on that unyielding door.
Jeffry spoke gently, "Sir, maybe we should cback later-Liam might return soon." Sean hesitated, gaze lingering on the door for a long moment before finally starting to turn away.
Suddenly, the silence broke a faint creak as the door inched open from within.
A small, fuzzy head peered out through the gap. Wide, curious eyes blinked up at Sean and Jeffry, the tiny girl's voice soft and sweet: "Mister, who are you looking for?" The sound of her voice made Sean whirl around.
And when he saw her face-so heartbreakingly like Claire's his heart skipped a beat. His eyes stung, and before he knew it, tears spilled down his cheeks.
She had Claire's delicate features, the slong lashes that fluttered when she blinked. But her hair was dull and straw-like, her little face thin and pate from months of poor nutrition. The timid way she clung to the door made her look even more fragile, more lost.
Sean trembled. He reached out, voice catching in his throat, "I'm your father..." The girl stared, confused, clutching the doorfras if she might retreat at any moment.
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Sean knelt down, lowering himself to her level. He extended his hands, hesitating afraid his desperation would frighten her. He tried to soften his voice, gentle and warm, "Sweetheart, I'm your daddy've cto take you home." She tilted her head, curiosity shining in her eyes as she studied this tearful stranger and the man standing beside him.
She blinked, her voice clear and innocent. "Daddy?" "That's right. I'm your daddy."
She'd never imagined her father would look like this-handsomeenough to be a movie star, kinder than anyone she'd ever seen on TV.
Something about him felt instantly familiar and safe. Her face brightened with a shy smile. "Daddy, you really cto takehome?" Sean smiled back, his heart aching with love. "Yes, sweetheart. I'm here to bring you home."
"Will I get to see Mommy when we get there?" she asked, her words as 119 sharp as a knife sliding straight NO through Sean's heart. The pain was sudden and raw, as if something inside him had been torn apart.
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