CHAPTER 170: CHAPTER 170: FATHER AND DAUGHTER REUNITED

Rachel Shaw was shivering uncontrollably.

Over at the banquet, the Sinclair Family was looking for Sophie, and Sophie herself ran back.

Kyle Sterling pushed everyone aside and squatted in front of Sophie, "Where did you go? I was worried sick."

Sophie fearfully hid in Kyle’s arms as if a monster was chasing after her.

Kyle frowned, "What happened? Did you encounter danger?"

Sophie nodded.

She really did encounter danger.

Kyle stood up and looked behind Sophie.

How bold, someone actually dared to make a move on the Sinclair Family’s turf.

"Uncle Alden, send some people to check it out."

"Yes."

As soon as the words fell, a hand grabbed Sophie’s arm, someone looking at Sophie with immense joy, "Sophie?"

Kyle frowned and held Sophie in his arms, "What do you want?"

Zachary Lancaster couldn’t believe his eyes.

It was Sophie!

She wasn’t dead!

She was still at the Sinclair’s!

Regardless of why she was at the Sinclair’s, the fact that she wasn’t dead was enough to bring joy.

Zachary laughed happily and reached out to hug Sophie, "Sophie..."

Kyle hugged Sophie and dodged.

Sophie also hid in Kyle’s arms, having just experienced danger, she didn’t trust anyone but the Sinclair Family at the moment.

Kyle hugged Sophie tightly, "Sophie, don’t be scared."

"Sophie, I’m your second uncle." Zachary tried to approach Sophie, but was stopped.

Upon hearing the words second uncle, Sophie glanced at Zachary, then continued to rest her head on Kyle’s shoulder.

Sophie wasn’t familiar with Zachary to begin with, and now, with memory loss, she didn’t recognize him.

Kyle, in a foul mood, said, "Sophie doesn’t know you at all, go away."

Zachary was anxious, it was normal for Sophie not to recognize him, but she should recognize her own parents, right?

He immediately explained, "Sophie, I really am your second uncle, your dad is Damien Lancaster, your mom is Ivy Summers, Damien is my brother, Ivy is my sister-in-law."

Hearing Damien’s name, Sophie’s eyes shifted.

But she remembered Rachel Shaw’s words, that her father didn’t want her anymore.

These days, her father hadn’t come to find her.

Her father didn’t want her.

Then she didn’t want her father either.

Sophie continued to stay in Kyle’s arms, unwilling to see anyone.

Seeing Sophie ignore him, Zachary was anxious, pacing around.

...

On the other side, Damien Lancaster took out his phone, his gaze falling on the few messages that popped up.

Immediately, he stood up from his chair.

Kyle had sent a picture over half an hour ago, and the person in the picture was Sophie with a puffed-up little face.

Damien’s pupils contracted uncontrollably, and he involuntarily whispered Sophie’s name.

Checking previous messages, all the texts sent from Kyle’s phone weren’t sent by him personally.

They were sent by Sophie!

"Dad, can you come find me?"

"Dad, I can’t find you."

"Dad, why aren’t you responding to me?"

"Dad..."

"Dad..."

It was Sophie, it was his Sophie.

She wasn’t dead!

His heart was wrapped in immense joy.

Damien quickly rushed outside, grabbing a Sinclair Family servant to ask, "Where’s Sophie?"

The servant hurriedly replied, "The master and the young masters are all looking for her, she just got lost in the banquet hall!"

Lost!

Damien’s expression turned serious and tense as he quickly ran outside.

At this moment, Zachary made a call.

"Brother, come to the front hall quickly."

Damien hung up and ran over quickly.

And when he arrived, he saw this scene.

Kyle: "She’s a member of the Sinclair Family."

Zachary: "She’s a member of the Lancaster Family."

Zachary: "I’m her second uncle."

Kyle: "And she’s my aunt."

Zachary: "Let go of her."

Kyle: "No."

Zachary: "Do you want a beating?"

Kyle: "Come on, try it."

Zachary: "Try it is just try it."

Sophie got pushed to the back.

The two men rolled up their sleeves, revealing their strong forearms, looking like they were about to start a fight.

The people around them immediately backed away.

Just as they were about to charge forward, they were grabbed by the back of their collars by someone.

Tristan Sterling sternly tossed Kyle aside, while Damien pulled Zachary away with a cold expression.

Zachary continued rolling his sleeves, "Brother, don’t interfere, I want to teach this kid a lesson."

Damien cast a cold glance over, "Make trouble again!"

Zachary immediately went meek, hanging his head low, like a defeated bear.

Kyle also angrily flung away Tristan’s hand.

At this moment, Damien’s gaze was solely focused on Sophie standing behind Kyle.

He paused his breath, not blinking, his gaze never leaving.

Sophie is really not dead!

Words cannot describe my emotions at this moment—excited, ecstatic, unable to calm down...

Damien Lancaster’s tall and imposing figure swiftly moved forward, yet met with Sophie’s frightened gaze.

Damien slowed his pace, crouched down carefully, "Sophie, I’m your dad..."

His voice was already hoarse as he reached out a hand towards Sophie.

At the moment when he saw Sophie fall from the cliff, no one knew how desperate Damien felt.

He thought he would lose Sophie forever in this lifetime.

But heaven gave him another chance to see his daughter.

Gave him a chance to atone for his sins.

"Sophie... come to Dad, okay?"

Sophie was unwilling, her eyes red as she hid behind Kyle Sterling.

Dad would abandon her.

Brother Kyle wouldn’t.

She didn’t want Dad anymore.

Kyle picked Sophie up and didn’t quite understand what was going on with her.

Clearly, before coming out, she was crying and making a fuss for Dad, but now that she’s seen him, she’s unwilling to go over.

"What’s wrong with Sophie? Isn’t he your dad? Why not go over?"

Tristan Sterling also said, "Sophie, now that you’ve seen Dad, why aren’t you happy?"

Sophie shook her head, "He’s not my dad."

One sentence, like a knife thrust into the chest, stunned Damien Lancaster.

Zachary Lancaster became anxious, "Sophie, he is your dad, have you forgotten?"

Damien’s deep eyes were filled with pain, "Sophie, the message you sent to Dad a few days ago, Dad saw it, I am your dad..."

"You’re not!"

A person who abandoned her can be considered her dad?

No!

Sophie turned, hiding in Kyle’s arms.

The little girl’s change was so swift, even Tristan and Kyle hadn’t reacted.

Damien looked at Sophie, the corners of his eyes bloodshot.

When he saw those messages, Damien thought Sophie had forgiven him.

Turns out she hadn’t!

...

Zachary went to find Ivy Summers.

Ivy came running over in a hurry, without catching her breath, she saw Sophie nestled in Kyle’s arms.

Time seemed to suddenly freeze; everything in front of her was unreal.

"Sophie..." Ivy heard her own hoarse voice, pinching herself hard, realizing this wasn’t a dream.

Ivy walked step by step forward, hot tears sliding from the corners of her eyes, the closer she got, the more tears flowed freely. When she reached out to touch Sophie, Sophie avoided her.

Her hand fell empty, and seeing Sophie’s fearful look, Ivy’s heart filled with joy quivered violently.

"Sophie, I’m your mommy..."

Ivy’s voice trembled.

Hearing the word mommy.

Sophie’s gaze slowly returned to Ivy.

Mommy...

So unfamiliar.

Ivy approached again, wanting to hug Sophie.

But Sophie avoided her once more.

It seemed that at this moment, she only trusted the person holding her.

Ivy became somewhat anxious, "Sophie, do you not recognize Mommy anymore?"

Sophie hid in Kyle’s arms, unwilling to see anyone.

Her heart suddenly emptied. Ivy realized Sophie seemed not to recognize her, she looked at Kyle and Tristan, "What’s wrong with Sophie?"

Tristan explained, "The injuries were severe, an overly intense shock, she forgot many things, and she doesn’t want to speak."

Ivy was paralyzed, unable to move, the cold wind piercing into her body, everything was cold.

Her once cheerful and lively daughter had become unwilling to speak.

It was conceivable how much harm and shock Sophie had suffered.

Ivy couldn’t calm down, her red eyes looking at Sophie, her trembling lips quivered, but no sound came out.

Damien’s eyes tightened, his body hadn’t responded yet, but his actions already supported the collapsing, crying Ivy.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry... Sophie, I’m sorry..." The adults’ issues dragged the child into it, causing her so much harm. Ivy repeatedly apologized, an endless guilt surged within her heart, uncontrollable, irreparable.

Sophie widened her eyes, aghast, looking at the woman nearly collapsing in her tears of endless sorrow.

The woman’s heartbreak seemed to infect Sophie, who couldn’t help but have red eyes.

Even though she didn’t know her, seeing her cry, Sophie felt a deep ache in her heart.

She wanted to hold her...

Everyone was watching the woman.

No one knew exactly what she had gone through to be so sad.

No one knew how long she had cried; suddenly, a pair of small hands embraced Ivy.

Ivy looked up, disoriented.

Sophie lifted her small hands, softly wiping Ivy’s tears with serious intent, "Don’t cry, if you cry, Sophie feels so sad too..."

Ivy’s breath hitched, "Sophie..."

Sophie’s eyes reddened, "Are you really Sophie’s mommy?"

Ivy nodded vigorously, quickly taking out her phone to show Sophie photos, pictures of her with Sophie and Nathan and Leo, in warm and loving moments.

"Sophie, I am your mommy..." Ivy pointed out to Sophie, "These two are your brothers; they’re called Nathan and Leo..."

Sophie held onto the phone, looking intently as if trying hard to remember something, "This one is Mommy, this one is Sophie, these are my brothers?"

Ivy’s lips trembled, "Yes, and there are many more."

Ivy’s fingers were shaking as she slid the photos for Sophie to see.

So many.

Very warm, very happy.

But Sophie also discovered one problem.

"No Dad."

Damien hurried down to Sophie’s level, "Dad’s here."

Sophie’s small face turned cold, "You’re not."