The Rabbit Girl Who Shook the Walker Family Chapter 19

The Rabbit Girl Who Shook the Walker Family Chapter 19

Old Mr. Walker’s cane struck the floor heavily. 

“Where is the original text?” 

Rachel said nothing. John gritted his teeth. 

“Dad, all of this is Ethan’s speculation.” 

Ethan ignored him. He opened the scanned files 

from the metal box. It was the unsent legal 

consultation record found in the rental apartment. The paper number, edge texture, and glue position matched one by one. Ethan overlaid the two 

images on the screen. The missing portion aligned perfectly. 

The original line appeared. It was not a custody waiver. It was a legal consultation question written by Emma. If the child’s father is kept from the information, how can the mother preserve the child’s identity rights? Lily could not read the 

words. But she saw that the adults had all 

stopped speaking. 

She asked softly, “What did Mommy write?” 

Lucas crouched. 

“She was protecting you.” 

Lily blinked. 

“Mommy always protected me.” 

The words were soft. But several people in the living room could no longer speak. Rachel 

laughed. It sounded dry. 

“Protect?” 

“If she really wanted to protect the child, she 

should have stayed far away from the Walker 

family.” 

“What right did she have to bring a child back to 

divide the Walker family’s property?” 

Old Mr. Walker looked at her. 

“So you admit you were afraid she would come 

back?” 

Rachel’s face went white. Ethan took out his 

phone. 

“Recorded.” 

Rachel snapped her mouth shut. The sound of 

cars came from outside. The butler hurried in. 

“Sir, the police are here.” 

This time, Rachel could not stand steadily. John held her up. Old Mr. Walker did not look at them 

again. 

“Investigate whatever needs to be investigated.” 

“The Walker family’s dignity is not preserved by 

hiding filth.” 

After the police entered, Ethan handed over the 

evidence one item at a time. 

The voice recorder. 

Copies of the visitor log. Internal network login 

records. Bank transaction records. The original 

statement. The documents found in the rental 

apartment. When Rachel was taken away, Sophie 

ran in from somewhere. 

She cried and hugged Rachel. 

“Mommy!” 

This time, Rachel did not scold her. She bent down 

and wanted to touch the child’s face. Her hand 

had only lifted halfway when the police reminded 

her. Sophie cried until she could barely breathe. Lily stood beside Lucas. She turned to Sophie. 

Then she looked at the stuffed rabbit in her arms. 

At last, she placed a little rabbit sticker on the coffee table. She did not take it over. She only left 

it there. After Rachel was taken away, Sophie was picked up by relatives from the collateral branches. John remained at the estate. 

In front of everyone, Old Mr. Walker announced that all trust fund access for the collateral 

branches would be suspended. John’s eyes were 

red. 

“Dad, are you really driving us out for a child who just came back?” 

Old Mr. Walker said, “Not for the child.” 

“For what you did.” 

John still wanted to speak. Old Mr. Walker lifted a 

hand. 

“How much you have taken from the foundation 

over the years, Ethan will check every cent.” 

John’s face turned gray. He turned to Lucas. 

“Lucas, you’re just going to watch?” 

Lucas stood under the living room light. The pink 

rabbit sticker was still on his cuff. 

“I’ve already watched for three years.” 

“From now on, I won’t.” 

John’s lips moved. No words came out. A few days later, the Walker family officially released a statement. Emma had not taken Walker family 

money back then. All related defamatory content would be sued. Lily’s birth records were 

completed again. 

Lily’s birth records, custody paperwork, and trust protection status were all finalized. Old Mr. Walker personally placed the half family crest pendant into a new small box. Lily’s name was written on 

the box. Lily studied it for a long time. 

“Grandpa, is this a ticket?” 

Old Mr. Walker asked, “What ticket?” 

Lily said seriously, “A ticket home.” 

Old Mr. Walker pushed the box to her. 

“It’s not a ticket.” 

“It’s yours.” 

Lily touched the box. 

“Then can I keep it here?” 

“I’m afraid I’ll lose it.” 

Old Mr. Walker nodded. 

“Yes.” 

“The Walker family will keep it safe for you.” 

Lily thought about it. 

“Then the Walker family shouldn’t lose me.” 

Old Mr. Walker’s throat tightened. 

“We won’t.” 

That night, the estate kitchen was busy. It was not 

a family gathering. It was only dinner. Lily sat in a 

child’s chair, a yellow bowl in front of her. Lucas 

stood behind her, holding a comb. He had 

practiced for three days. 

He still wasn’t very good at it. The little braid tilted 

to one side. Lily touched it. 

“Lucas, this looks like a little tail.” 

Lucas examined it. 

“I’ll undo it and tie it again.” 

Lily protected her head at once. 

“No need.” 

“The little tail can sit at the table today too.”