The milky, childlike voice, combined with her adorable little expression, was so charming that it melted hearts.
Lyle Westbrook grunted an acknowledgement, stretched his long legs, and carried her into the mansion.
As soon as he left, more than a dozen servants outside the villa suddenly relaxed and let out a sigh of relief. One of the bolder ones sneakily nudged the person next to them with an elbow and whispered, "Millie, could that little girl just now possibly be Young Master Lyle's daughter?"
"That can't be, right? Other than the little Miss from Sister's family, I haven't heard of Young Master Lyle having a daughter."
"But you saw how Lyle seemed to indulge her. He was actually so gentle."
"Young Master Lyle is always gentle."
The maid gave her a look and said annoyedly, "I obviously know that Young Master Lyle is very gentle, but it's not that kind of gentle. I mean, it's the kind of..."
