Chapter 856


    Chapter 856 Can You Forgive Me


    When Lucian returned to the Farwell residence, Este was no longer in the living room, and Catalina


    was nowhere to be found.


    “Mr. Farwell.” He reached for his phone, about to call Catalina when she came down the stairs with a


    grim expression. His eyebrows drew together as he asked, “Where’s Essie?”


    Catalina pointed at Este’s room on the second floor and said, “Ms. Este has locked herself in her


    room again. I don’t know how to get her out.”


    Este had been crying non-stop since the call ended. No matter how much Catalina consoled her, she


    refused to calm down. After bawling for a while, Este abruptly picked herself up and dashed to her


    room upstairs.


    Catalina’s reaction was merely slower by a split second. By the time she reached the second floor,


    Este had already locked herself in her room. No matter what Catalina said, Este would not open


    her door.


    At first, Cataline could still hear Este’s muffled sobs. But the muffled crying died down after a while,


    leaving only silence.


    Catalina panicked and called Lucian, but Lucian didn’t pick up any of her calls. She wanted to get the


    keys to Este’s room but had no idea where Lucian kept them.


    Just as she was losing hope, she heard movement at the front door. Catalina rushed down the stairs,


    hoping it was Lucian at the front door, and relief flooded her at the sight of him.


    Lucian frowned after hearing about Este’s behavior. He marched up the stairs without changing into


    indoor slippers.


    Catalina hurriedly trailed after him, and they stood at the door to Este’s room.


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    Lucian suppressed the unease pricking his chest and knocked on the door. “Open up, Essie. I’m


    home.”


    There was no movement inside.


    Lucian nced at Catalina with a furrow between his eyebrows.


    Anxiety crossed Catalina’s face. “It’s been like this for a while now. I think you should get the key for the


    door, Mr. Farwell.”


    Perhaps Este heard Catalina’s suggestion as something hit the door hard right after.


    Obviously, Este didn’t want them entering her room.


    Catalina was worried and felt sorry for Este. “Ms. Este, please calm down and talk it out with Mr.


    Farwell. He has always loved you very much.”


    Another thud sounded at the door.


    Lucian frowned at her tantrum and silently left to grab the keys in his study.


    The second he cracked the door open, a doll flew toward him.


    Lucian moved to the side, letting the doll fly over his shoulder and out the door, finallynding by


    Catalina’s feet.


    Catalina looked down at the doll on the floor, and distress filled her eyes.


    It was Este’s favorite doll when she was younger. She had never thrown it before when she was ill,


    even during her worst fits of anger.


    Comprehension dawned on Catalina that Este was beyond furious.


    Lucian walked into the room and saw that Este had curled herself up in the corner of her bed.


    Seeing that Lucian had entered, Este buried her head between her knees in anger. She didn’t want


    Lucian to see her expression.


    At a nce, Lucian felt as if time had turned back to Este’s autistic days.


    His heart sank, but it didn’t stop him from approaching her. He crossed the room slowly to sit down


    beside her.


    “I know you’re mad at me for not listening to you, but I’m indeed busy these days. Can you forgive


    me?”


    Este shook her head silently.


    Not only did Daddy not listen to me, he even went back on his word during the call earlier! He promised


    me he would make Ms. Jarvis my mommy, but now he’s saying my mommy won’t necessarily be Ms.


    Jarvis! Bad Daddy!