Chapter 211: Chapter 209: The Definition of a Good Person
Click!
With the sound of the crisp door lock, the door was pushed open.
Three men dressed in black suits walked in, their appearances were uniformly ordinary.
One of them glanced around the room and asked, "Where’s the person?"
"Probably hiding, search carefully." said another man pointing towards under the bed.
After searching around, they finally directed their attention to the bathroom.
...
— South City, Lyle family.
Tiana Harris had already been brought to the Lyle Residence by Shawn Lyle and was staying in Elliana Lyle’s room.
"Uncle Lyle, I can’t eat anymore." Tiana ate the last piece of apple and quickly said to Shawn Lyle who was peeling new apples.
Seeing this, Shawn Lyle stopped his actions and placed the apple with a peeled slice back into the fruit basket.
"Then lie down and sleep, it’s getting late, and you have an injury on your foot; you can’t stay up late." This caring tone was like that of a father, which made Tiana very touched.
If only her father could treat her like this, she would be content for life.
It’s a pity she was born into a family that values sons over daughters, so she’ll never feel the warmth of family.
Meanwhile, she began to envy Elliana Lyle, envying her for having such a good father.
She sweetly said, "Alright, Uncle, you should rest early too."
"Mm, just call out if you need anything, I’m always here, letting you get hurt makes Uncle feel guilty."
When it came to this issue, Tiana felt a bit guilty; Shawn Lyle always assumed she got hurt at the Lyle Residence, although she had twisted it again, she had never said she was already injured earlier.
"Uncle, this little injury is nothing."
"Ah." Shawn Lyle shook his head disapprovingly.
Then he earnestly said, "Young girls are delicate, how can this be considered a minor injury? Listen to Uncle and take good care, tomorrow Uncle will fetch your phone, it’ll be convenient for you to stay here."
To be honest, even though Shawn Lyle was a middle-aged man, his appearance wasn’t bad, if he shaved, he could even resemble a thirty-year-old fashionable man.
After all, the Lyle family’s genetic traits were rather good.
Shawn Lyle’s words rendered Tiana speechless with emotion, for it was the first time someone said she was delicate, the first time she felt the long-lost fatherly love.
Even though this person wasn’t her father.
"Thank you, Uncle."
She intended to say something else but really lacked the linguistic ability to express herself.
The sparkle in her eyes was enough to convey her gratitude.
"Why are you crying?" Shawn Lyle appeared surprised, instinctively reached out to wipe away the glitter at the corner of Tiana’s eye with the pad of his finger.
The action was gentle and attentive, with a demeanor like a warm spring breeze.
Facing the man’s concern, Tiana finally couldn’t hold back. Her nose twitched, and she burst into tears.
"Uncle, you’re too kind to me. My... my father has never been this good to me..."
This statement caught Shawn Lyle somewhat by surprise. Because it wasn’t the first time he’d heard such words; his first love had also said to him, "Shawn, you’re too good to me. My father has never been this good to me."
The shadows of the two overlapped for a moment, making it difficult to distinguish between them, only feeling the girl before him was so simple it evoked pity.
Gradually, he grew bolder and reached out to embrace Tiana’s head, leaning it against him.
"Alright, alright, don’t cry, tell Uncle, is your family not treating you well?"
He softly inquired, and Tiana shared matters of her family, which made him feel distressed, and he spoke, "From now on, Uncle’s home is your home."
...
Only after Tiana fell into a deep sleep did Shawn Lyle sigh in relief, tucked in the person on the bed, then quietly left the room.
Outside, his phone rang just in time, so he quickly covered the phone and headed towards the master bedroom.
"How did it go?" he asked the person on the other end.
Upon hearing the situation from the other end, his face was engulfed in gloom as if covered by dark clouds.
A pair of angry eyes narrowed slightly, appearing sinister and frightening.
"A bunch of useless idiots!" he cursed angrily.
Then the voice on the other end asked, "Boss... what should we do now?"
"What should we do? You ask me? What good is it to keep you bunch of incompetents, huh?" Shawn Lyle was already furious to the point of losing his head, his angry voice was loud enough to be terrifying.
If not for the soundproofing, Tiana would have been awakened by the noise.
After calming down, Shawn Lyle said quietly, "Forget it for now, I refuse to believe she can stay out of my reach forever!"
Simultaneously, he simmered with regret, had he known better, he would have killed this daughter at birth.
...
— Lyle’s old residence.
"Sister Phoebe, let me do it myself." Elliana Lyle sat at the dressing table, having just taken a bath, ready to dry her hair.
Phoebe Lyle eased the blow dryer out of her hand, turned it on low, and proceeded to dry her hair.
She gazed at her reflection and Phoebe in the mirror, gradually lost in thought, despite Shawn Lyle not catching her, Tiana’s situation worried her.
Staring at the small wound on her hand, she exhaled slowly.
This was inflicted during her escape.
Just an hour ago.
At that time, Shawn Lyle’s men arrived too swiftly.
She had barely hung up the phone when Shawn Lyle’s men entered the room.
Upon hearing the sound she hid in the bathroom, holding her breath, quietly listening to the commotion outside; she saw three men on the balcony, so certainly there were no less than three people outside.
"Probably hiding, search carefully."
With the voices talking outside, her heartbeat accelerated, the sounds of rummaging outside made every moment feel torturous.
She even wished for the men outside to skip the bathroom, for if caught by Shawn Lyle, the outcomes were uncertain, but surely not as light as she imagined.
Suddenly, the lock on the bathroom door began to shake, evidently being picked by those outside; seeing the door handle so close, her heart leapt into her throat, cold sweat drenched her back.
In panic, she glanced at the eyebrow trimmer on the sink, hurriedly grabbed it, and removed its guard, it was practically the only defensive tool she had.
The entire bathroom didn’t even have a plunger, but there were several bottles... shower gels!
Thinking of this, she quickly grabbed the shower gels, opened them, and poured them nearest the exit of the bathtub, lastly pulling the shower curtain tight.
"This door is tougher than the others."
After doing so, she quickly moved to the area behind the door because behind the door there was a recess big enough to hide in; she tightly pressed against the wall, clutching the eyebrow trimmer as a means of defense.
And thus quietly waited for the people outside to come in.
But such a small eyebrow trimmer obviously didn’t aid her in fighting anyone, so it was merely the last resort.
Acting as circumstances dictated was her only chance to escape.
Click, the door was opened, slammed against the recess outside, once all three entered; it was obvious they hadn’t noticed her. After glancing around the bathroom, the first target was the bathtub with the closed shower curtain.
In the instant they pulled open the shower curtain! She swiftly dashed out from behind the door, running directly outside.
Clearly, those three were somewhat caught off guard, once intending to catch her, they were all tripped by the shower gel on the floor.
She didn’t look back at the three, only from the sounds she knew they took quite the fall.
Rushing outside, she glanced back only once, seeing no one chasing her.
And at that moment, she ran into Phoebe Lyle, because the eyebrow trimmer was clenched in her hand, it nearly harmed Phoebe Lyle; she quickly bent her wrist, dropping the eyebrow trimmer across her hand.