Chapter 212 The Perfect Chance

The next morning, Horatio appeared in a sharp, dark gray suit, cradling little Estella in his arms. She wore a delicate pink princess dress. He walked steadily toward the black car parked in the front yard. Estella's tiny arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, her soft cheek pressed against his jaw. Feeling excited, she kept babbling, "Going to Mommy's lab! Going to Mommy's lab! Daddy, can we have strawberry cake with Mommy today?" She tilted her small face up at him, her clear eyes shining with anticipation. Horatio looked down at her, and the stern, cold lines of his face softened immediately. His fingers lightly brushed her little nose. "As long as Mommy agrees, I'll do whatever you want." As he spoke, his peripheral vision flicked toward the window on the east side. It was in the direction of Clarissa's room. Through the gap in the curtains, a patch of off-white fabric lingered. He knew the texture all too well. It was the silk robe Clarissa had worn yesterday. His gaze