Chapter 938

Olivia did not notice Dorothy's change. She only looked at the man in front of her with some shock. "Mommy!" Lyla cried as she pounced into Olivia's arms, put her arms around her neck, and snuffled. "Mommy, I'm sorry, but I was so scared that I couldn't help crying." Only then did Olivia come to herself and lower her head to kiss her hair. "Silly girl, you're only four years old. Isn't it normal to cry? You will cry when you're scared, of course." Then she glanced up at John and pressed her lips together. "Thank you." Just then, Lyla suddenly turned her head and pointed to John, asking, "Uncle, are you really not my dad?" John looked at her red eyes from crying. The crystal tears were still hanging on her long eyelashes. She looked like a doll. He was quiet for a long time. Lyla did not seem to mind and asked, "Do you like my mommy, Uncle?" John froze as a hint of loneliness flickered in his eyes. Then he shook his head and said hoarsely, "I don't deserve her." After saying that, he made to turn around and leave. If the police had not told him that Dorothy had escaped, and he was afraid that Dorothy might come to the hospital to take revenge on Olivia, he would not have come to the hospital. After all, he felt ashamed to see her. "Are you giving up so easily?" Hearing the sound, he stopped walking and froze where he was. At first, he thought it was Lyla, but then he realized it was Olivia's voice. John looked back at her with delight, his eyes lighting up instantly. "What... What did you say?" Seeing his dramatic reaction, Olivia said nonchalantly with an indifferent expression, "Forget it if you didn't hear it." "Liv, you... you..." Before John could ask, Lyla covered her mouth and said with a smile, "Uncle, Mommy's telling you not to give up so easily. Why don't you try again?" Olivia glanced speechlessly at her daughter. 'She's so mischievous at a young age. When did I say that much?' "Lyla, you were crying a minute ago, and now you're smiling so much. You don't look very scared to me." Lyla stuck out her tongue. "I was scared, but I'm not so afraid anymore after seeing Mommy. Now that Uncle has saved me, I'm not scared anymore, of course." Olivia shook her head helplessly. There was nothing she could do about her daughter. She felt sorry for Lyla when she was being sensible; She was also between anger and laughter when Lyla was being mischievous. "Don't run about next time, got it?" "Okay, but Mommy..." Lyla turned her little head around, looking for something. "I still want to say goodbye to Cynthia." "Did you find her?" Lyla pointed to the right as soon as she finished asking. "I see her. There she is." Then Lyla waved her hand in that direction. "Cynthia, I'm here." "I'll put you down and take you there. Don't worry." "Okay." Olivia only had one arm to use. She was tired from holding her for too long. She slowly leaned over and put Lyla on the ground. She held her hand and was about to walk away, but John grabbed her arm. "Can I come with you?" Before Olivia could speak, Lyla had already taken John's large hand. "Come along, Uncle." Olivia. "..." 'The little one's not forcefully trying to find herself a father, is she?' She was now aiming at anyone she met. The little one cozied up to all the men she had ever been alone with like a social butterfly. "Cynthia." The girl named Cynthia looked thin and small as she stood quietly. She grinned and glanced at the two adults nearby when she saw Lyla. "Lyla, are these your mother and father?"