Panther Captured
Lily Evans gently patted Sophie White's cheek. The carefree and relaxed expression on Lily's face made Sophie feel a sudden, inexplicable fear.
Suddenly, just as everyone was on edge, a child's shrill scream echoed from the neighboring courtyard.
"My son!" Lady Warwick heard the cry and forgot everything else, lifting her skirt and rushing toward the next courtyard.
Minister Warwick hurried after her, but Lily Evans called out to stop him.
"Minister Warwick, if I were you, I'd have this maid arrested right now." Lily Evans smiled at the Minister of War.
Minister Warwick frowned. "Princess Lily Hayes, what do you mean by this?"
Lily Evans gave a faint smile. "Minister Warwick, don't tell me you can't even recognize your own household maids?"
The Minister of War was stunned for a moment, then immediately caught on and looked at Sophie White.
Just now, he had thought she was just a regular cleaning maid and hadn't paid attention. Now, prompted by Lily Evans, he looked closely at her and realized she was a stranger—he'd never seen her before!
This isn't the imperial palace—here in the Warwick household, the masters know all their servants by sight. Sophie White's unfamiliar face stood out as extremely suspicious.
The couple was utterly bewildered.
"Leo, come out!" Quentin Lin turned around and shouted toward the house behind him.
Inside, a sturdy little boy poked his head out, then rushed over at full speed.
The boy's clothes matched Quentin Lin's exactly. The two children stood side by side. When Minister Warwick saw the boy, he immediately rushed over and cried, "Leo, my son! Where did you run off to? You nearly scared your mother to death!"
Quentin Lin bowed respectfully to Lady Warwick. "Good day, Madam. I am Quentin Lin, son of Dr. Rowan Lin."
"Oh, Young Master Lin, can anyone tell me what's going on here?" The guests were all confused—wasn't it said that the Warwick family's young master had been stolen by monsters? What is happening now?
Seeing the confusion on everyone's faces, Quentin Lin cleared his throat, stepped forward, and clasped his hands in a storyteller's pose. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you wish to know the details of what happened, please allow me, Quentin Lin, to explain everything in due course!"
"Good day, Minister Warwick!" The little boy was none other than Quentin Lin.
With perfect composure, Quentin Lin greeted everyone, then pointed at the man on the ground. "This is the child thief, but he's just a small fry."
"What!? A child thief!?" Minister Warwick was completely baffled and looked at Lady Warwick in confusion.
The couple was utterly bewildered.
"Lele, come out now!" Quentin Lin turned and called toward the house behind him.
From inside, a sturdy little boy poked his head out, then dashed over at full speed.
The boy's clothes matched Quentin Lin's exactly. The two children stood side by side. When Minister Warwick saw the boy, he rushed forward and cried, "Lele, my son! Where did you run off to? You scared your mother half to death!"
Quentin Lin bowed respectfully to Lady Warwick. "Good day, Madam. I am Quentin Lin, son of Dr. Rowan Lin."
"Oh, Young Master Lin, can anyone tell me what's going on here?" The guests were all confused—wasn't it said that the Warwick family's little master had been stolen by monsters? What was happening now?
Seeing the confusion on everyone's faces, Quentin Lin cleared his throat, stepped forward, and clasped his hands in a storyteller's pose. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you wish to know the details of what happened, please allow me, Quentin Lin, to explain everything in due course!"