Alpha King Chases Abandoned Luna novel Chapter 144

“This is Daddy!” she would say repeatedly, pointing to my image. “Daddy loves you very

much!”

As Lily grew, Olivia continued to fill the void left by my absence. She never spoke ill of me,

never let Lily see her disappointment or anger at my neglect.

I watched Olivia’s tears of joy as Lily spoke her first word: “Mama.” Any mother would have

been content with that achievement, but Olivia was determined that Lily would know her

father too.

She continued showing Lily my picture, teaching her to say “Daddy!” with tireless patience

until Lily finally learned the word.

“Daddy loves Lily very much,” Olivia would explain gently, “but Daddy is very busy, so he hasn’t

come back to accompany Lily.”

Lily, a blank slate eager to please, would echo her mother’s words: “Daddy loves Lily! Lily loves

Daddy!”

My throat tightened as I watched Olivia buying gifts, clothes, and toys for Lily in my name.

She would present them to our daughter, telling her they were from me.

Lily’s delighted responses, hugging the gifts and sweetly saying, “Love Daddy!” pierced my

heart like a silver blade.

I hadn’t fulfilled even the most basic responsibilities as a father, yet Olivia had tirelessly

maintained my image in Lily’s eyes. Because of her daily reinforcement, Lily held a positive

image of me despite my absence.

A particular memory surfaced–one I had almost forgotten. Lily, having just learned to walk,

had waited for me at the Stone Residence Entrance one evening when I returned unexpectedly.

Her face had beamed as I arrived, her tiny legs carrying her toward me as fast as they could.

She had hugged my leg, looking up at me with bright eyes that mirrored her mother’s.

“Daddy, hug,” she had said softly, her arms raised in expectation.

That moment had softened something in me. From then on, I had started noticing Lily,

This realization brought a wave of tenderness over me. I remembered beginning to return to Imperial Gardens not just for Olivia, but to spend time with Lily as well.

In my anger, I had punished Lily without question, making her stand in a corner while I attended to the distressed Emma. Emma, shaken by the incident, would only sleep in my arms, clinging to me for comfort.

I didn’t even notice when Olivia took Lily home. Only later did Victoria inform me that they had

left.

What I hadn’t known–what the surveillance now revealed–was that Lily had developed a high fever that night. For three days and nights, she burned with illness while Olivia cared for her

tirelessly.

I watched Olivia’s exhausted form bent over Lily’s bed, applying cool compresses, administering medicine, whispering reassurances. Not once did she call me for help.

When Lily finally broke the fever, she cried in Olivia’s arms. “Mommy, I didn’t push Sister Emma. Sister Emma pushed me, and she fell into the pool herself.”

Lily insisted repeatedly that she wasn’t responsible. Olivia reassured her, stroking her hair. “I

believe you, sweetheart. I know you wouldn’t do that.”

But Lily continued to cry, heartbroken. “Why doesn’t Daddy believe me?”

This question-“Why doesn’t Daddy believe me?“–struck me deeply, echoing in my mind like

an accusation.