Chapter 1308

Lucian didn't understand why he needed Olivia's permission to be with him. Why wouldn't she want him? "Alright, stop crying. Let's go upstairs," Tyler said gently. The boy pouted, too afraid to say anything more. He tried his best to wipe away his tears with his small hands. Mary stood nearby, just watching. She didn't dare to follow them upstairs; she simply waited in place. Without paying attention to Mary or the maids, Tyler brought Lucian upstairs, likely to talk to him in private. The maids stood there, frozen, glancing toward Mary with worried looks. They respected her, knowing she held an important place in the household, and she had always been kind to them. They began pleading, "Please, Mary, help us." Mary looked at the nervous maids surrounding her and sighed. "I told you to be careful. Look at what's happened now." "Please, you have to help us," one of the maids urged again. Mary thought that, in a way, this was good news—it meant Lucian knew he had a mother now.