I quickly packed up my things along with Lillian's. It was almost laughable—who would believe that the wife and child of Sebastian Prescott could fit everything they owned into just two suitcases?
As I walked out, I passed by the "guest room" that Sebastian had specially prepared for Ethan.
The room was beautifully decorated, filled with countless toys and clothes. It looked nothing like Lillian's room, which only had a few handmade fabric flowers I had crafted for her.
I didn't linger. With my suitcases in hand, I headed downstairs—only to find Sebastian sitting on the couch.
His clothes were still dripping wet from when I had soaked him earlier, and his damp hair clung to his forehead. His usual arrogant gaze was still there, but this time, there was something else hidden beneath it—
