The Rabbit Girl Who Shook the Walker Family Chapter 11

The Rabbit Girl Who Shook the Walker Family Chapter 11

Back then, Old Mr. Walker did not investigate. Rachel Coleman handed over the transfer record. He said Emma was greedy. When Emma left, she did not even take an umbrella. Old Mr. Walker 

closed the visitor log. 

“Tomorrow morning, check the five–million–dollar 

transfer trail from that year.” 

Rachel drew in a breath. 

Ethan said, “No need to wait until morning.” 

He turned the tablet to another page. 

“I have already had finance pull the full money 

trail.” 

Rachel glanced at him. Ethan did not look back. 

“The money did leave an account linked to the 

Walker family trust.” 

“But the receiving account was only under Emma 

Reed’s name.” 

“Three minutes after the funds arrived, they were 

split into four transfers.” 

He tapped open the details. 

“Three of them went into related companies under 

John’s control.” 

“The last one went into a shell account owned by 

the Coleman family.” 

John’s face changed. 

“You’re lying!” 

Ethan placed the tablet on the table. 

“Bank records, tax IDs, corporate filings, 

ownership changes.” 

“They’re all here.” 

Rachel could not stand steadily and had to hold the door frame. Sophie hid behind her and began to cry softly. Lily turned to Sophie. She hesitated, then pulled the unfinished little cake from her small backpack. It was wrapped in a napkin and had been flattened a little. She walked over and 

handed it to Sophie. 

“Don’t cry.” 

Sophie froze. Rachel pulled the child back at once. 

“Who wants your thing?” 

The cake fell to the floor. Cream smeared across 

the old wooden boards. Lily looked down at it. She did not cry. She crouched and tried to wipe it with the napkin. Lucas picked her up first. 

It was the first time he had held a child. His 

movement was stiff. Lily’s little body stiffened too. 

Then she carefully tucked her dirty hand into her own arms. She was afraid of staining his suit. 

Lucas looked down at her. 

“Don’t wipe it.” 

Lily whispered, “But it’s dirty.” 

Lucas turned to Rachel. 

“The person who should wipe it isn’t her.” 

Rachel’s face turned green. Old Mr. Walker handed the visitor log to Ethan Walker. 

“Seal it.” 

“Starting tomorrow, the collateral branches are suspended from accessing the Walker family 

trust.” 

John snapped his head up. 

“Dad!” 

Old Mr. Walker did not look at him. 

“I said suspended.” 

“It was not a discussion.” 

The estate did not quiet down until the second half of the night. Lily was brought back to the guest room. After her bath, she changed into little pajamas. The pajamas were new too. There were 

two small rabbits on the cuffs. She sat on the bed and studied the rabbit the butler had repaired. 

There was a new seam across the stuffed rabbit’s 

belly. The stitches were neater than before. She 

touched it. 

“Bunny doesn’t hurt anymore.” 

The butler said softly, “It doesn’t hurt.” 

Lucas stood at the door. He held a cup of warm 

milk. He entered and placed the cup by the bed. 

Lily glanced at him. 

“Daddy, can you sing?” 

Lucas was silent. Lily understood. 

“It’s okay if you can’t.” 

“Mommy also had things she couldn’t do.” 

Lucas sat by the bed. 

“What did she sing?” 

Lily hugged the stuffed rabbit and thought. 

“Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.” 

Lucas took out his phone and prepared to search. 

The screen had just lit up when a wrinkled hand 

reached in from the side. Old Mr. Walker stood at 

the door. He held a tablet. The screen was on a 

search page. 

The search bar said: 

How to comfort a crying child. 

The line below said: 

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star lyrics. Old Mr. Walker 

cleared his throat. 

“Passing by.” 

Ethan happened to pass through the hallway. He 

saw the tablet, then turned to Old Mr. Walker. He 

said nothing. Old Mr. Walker glared at him. Ethan turned around calmly. 

“I was passing by too.” 

Lily sat on the bed and studied the three adults at the door. Suddenly, she smiled. A small dimple 

sank into her cheek. 

“Then when you pass by, can you sing a little quietly?” 

Old Mr. Walker turned to Lucas. Lucas turned to Ethan. Ethan looked away. In the end, Old Mr. Walker turned the tablet volume to the lowest setting. A child’s voice came from it. 

“Twinkle, twinkle, little star…” 

Lily hugged the stuffed rabbit and lay down. She soon fell asleep. None of the three people at the door left first. The small bedside lamp shone over the rabbit with the repaired belly. Old Mr. Walker 

studied it for a long time. 

Suddenly, he said in a low voice, “Back then, she 

told me not to investigate only her.” 

Lucas stood in the shadows. 

“You didn’t investigate.” 

Old Mr. Walker’s fingers pressed against his cane. 

“Yes.” 

“I didn’t.”