Chapter 367

It was almost two in the afternoon at the estate. Lottie finally opened her eyes. Her little cheeks were flushed from sleep, and with those drowsy, glossy-black eyes, she looked so adorable it was unreal. The big bedroom was completely empty, just her alone. The quiet around her made her feel uneasy, though for once, she didn't cry. She bit her lip, crawled out from under the blankets, and paddled down from the bed with tiny kicks. “Daddy...” she called out, getting frustrated as she stood on her tiptoes, trying and failing to reach the doorknob. Right outside, Prescott Ellington was in the study. The soundproofing was just too good—he didn’t hear a thing. He stood in front of the desk, eyes fixed on a framed piece on the wall. A long stretch of white rice paper was covered in his name—written over and over in different styles. Some bold, some elegant, others relaxed and airy. Even though he wasn’t exactly a master of calligraphy, he could tell: these were seriously impressive. All of