Capítulo 932: Chapter 932: Bobby's Self-Blame

In the small garden downstairs at the back door of the hospital, a little girl, wobbly on her feet, was chasing butterflies nonstop, as if she had discovered something fascinating. While she ran, she let out bell-like laughter, excitedly calling out to the man following her, "Uncle... Lyle... Help... Fly!"

What she meant was, there were butterflies flying.

Lyle Westbrook followed behind her, with his long legs and slender waist, dressed very simply yet emitting an aura of elegance. Around him, three bodyguards stood by the little girl intent on catching butterflies, ready to ensure that the little girl, who still wasn't too steady on her feet, wouldn't fall.

From a distance, Bobby saw Giselle Lawrence and could no longer maintain his cool pose. He jogged over, taking three steps in two, and called out while he ran, "Gigi!"