Dalton didn’t think much of Fabian’s arrival, believing that the old man. was here for Elliot. As such, he


    rose to greet Fabian.


    Fabian hurried over to their table, gripping his dragon-headed cane. Raindrops glimmered on his gray


    hair and shoulders.


    He did not look as imposing as usual, but he still looked every bit the patriarch of a prestigious family.


    Even more noticeable was the


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    hopeful look in his widened eyes.


    Out of courtesy, Dalton stepped forward to greet Fabian.


    However, Fabian brushed past him. He cast a gentle and almost desperate look at Wynter, surveying


    her face. He spoke so quietly that his voice trembled. “Little princess, I’ve finally found you!”


    Dalton was preparing a te for Fabian when he heard this, and his hand froze mid-air. At once,


    emotions flurried past Dalton’s


    handsome features.


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