“Looking for your daughter? Who’s your daughter?”

“Lillian Whitman.” Jeremy raised his frosty gaze. “The four-year-old girl you Stygian Johnsons stole from Felipe’s outer courtyard.”

Confused, Yorick leaned over to quietly ask Fabian, who stood beside him, about what was happening.

Watching the two whisper between themselves, Jeremy demanded coldly, “Give my daughter back to me.”

Yorick quirked an eyebrow and chuckled. “It’s not that I’m unwilling to return your daughter. However, a price must be paid.”

“Stop!”

Yorick was about to go for Jeremy’s life when a woman’s voice suddenly called for them to halt.

Her voice shot through Jeremy’s gloomy heart like a warm ray of sunshine.

He quickly turned his head to stare at the woman who was striding toward him. “Linnie.”

“Why are you here, Jeremy?” Madeline stared at the man in front of her with concern. “Didn’t I tell you to rest in the hospital?”

Jeremy grabbed Madeline’s hand with excitement shining in his eyes. “It’s L