Lucian frowned. He hadn't expected the child to be so angry. After listening to Catalina, he nodded and went to the door. He knocked and said, "Essie, open the door. Daddy wants to talk to you."

A muffled thump followed. Clearly, Estella was throwing something against the door to show her rejection. Lucian froze momentarily, then spoke again, more gently. "What do you want me to do? Can you open the door and tell me? We'll talk about it, okay?"

Another faint thump. It was Catalina's first time witnessing this behavior. Worried about Estella, she said hurriedly, "Mr. Farwell, I think we should just go in. I'm worried Ms. Estella might"

Lucian hesitated, then nodded. Catalina retrieved a spare key, opened the door, and they entered.

They were shocked by the mess. Estella's treasured dolls were scattered on the floor, along with several exquisite music boxes; two were cracked. Evidently, these were the objects thrown at the door.

In the midst of the chaos, Estella huddled in a corner, staring blankly at the ground, tears streaming down her face. Beside her sat two unusually ugly dolls the adults had never seen before.

Noticing them, she subconsciously recoiled, lowering her head to avoid their gaze. Lucian's heart ached at the sight. Feeling regretful, he stepped forward, intending to embrace her.

Sensing his approach, Estella raised her head, her eyes filled with resistance. She scrambled backward frantically. Lucian paused. "Don't be afraid. I know I was wrong."

Estella didn't seem to hear. She leaned against the wall, turning sideways to avoid his gaze, hugging her knees and burying her head. The adults could only see her body heaving as she sobbed.

Lucian fell silent. Heartbroken, Catalina stepped forward. "Mr. Farwell, may I try?"

She carefully approached Estella and extended her arms. This time, Estella didn't flinch. Catalina sighed in relief and gently hugged Estella, patting her back. "What's wrong, Ms. Estella? Can you tell me? Were you bullied at school?"

Estella continued sobbing, unresponsive. Catalina coaxed her.

"Is it because the twins didn't go to school?" Lucian asked grimly. Estella's eyes flickered, and she turned her head, sobbing.

Noticing her reaction, Catalina subtly signaled Lucian to console Estella.

Lucian sighed. He hadn't expected Estella to be so dependent on the twins. Could their bond be unusually strong because they're siblings from different mothers? "Okay. I won't make them leave kindergarten."

Only then did Estella look at him, her expression extremely aggrieved. His daughter's distress left him no choice. "I promise, I won't send them away again."

Estella still stared accusingly. Understanding her gaze, Lucian said gently, "They didn't go to school today because they were sick. The teacher hasn't told them about their expulsion."

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