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Chapter 83
"Huh? Noah's injured? He has a fever?!"
Dylan Felch was nestled in a quilt cocoon when he received the news from Madeline. He
nearly leaped off the bed.
His drowsiness was gone like the wind.
He grabbed his kit with him and drove straight to the Maple Forest Villa.
"What happened? When did he get injured? Why didn't anyone notify me?!"
He anxiously rang the doorbell, and before Madeline opened the door, he was spitting out
question after question.
"Uh…"
"You should go see for yourself."
Madeline welcomed him in and for a moment was at a loss as to how to explain Noah's
injury.
She could only change the subject and lead him inside.
Dylan had no intention of pursuing the matter at her deflection and raced right into the
lounge.
"Come, Colt. We can play upstairs. Uncle Dylan needs to give your Daddy an injection. We
shouldn't disturb him."
Madeline watched Thomas lying on Noah as the child attempted to grab at his father's
eyelashes, and hurriedly smiled and waved to him.
She immediately removed the brat from the scene before Dylan could say a thing.
Noah's wounds were fresh!
Redressing his wounds would be a bloody sight!
It was better for Thomas to not be exposed to any of it!
She wasn't about to traumatize her son with the sight of blood.
"Okay!"
Madeline had been afraid the child would refuse to listen to her but he readily agreed.
He had even cast a distressed look at Noah before he went upstairs.
Madeline took it all in and was surprised. She couldn't help but suspect that her son had
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbeen switched.
After all, Thomas only felt resentment for Noah.
He, very smoothly, referred to the man as his scumbag father.
How could she have imagined that the reason why Thomas suddenly felt sorry for Noah
was that he found out that he was injured?
He climbed onto his father moments earlier to play around with his eyelashes.
That was when he accidentally pressed down against his lower abdomen, and Noah, who
was unconscious, frowned in pain.
Blood oozed faintly under the white shirt.
It was only then that he realized his scum father was weak not because of a cold but due
to inflammation in his wound.
His little action had only added oil to the fire.
He, out of guilt, put glue onto the lashes he had plucked and tried to stick them back on.
His plans were derailed by Madeline and Dylan rushing in.
He had to give up…
Upstairs. Bedroom.
Thomas crawled under the covers when a notification came in on his phone.
"Golden Child has received 1,000,000 dollars!"
His jaw dropped at the amount deposited into his account. He was ecstatic.
"Mom, why did you give me so much money? Did you increase my allowance?!"
He immediately attached himself to his mother with all the innocence of a child.
Madeline immediately turned to leave. "Be good and stay up here. Upgrade all your
equipment. Didn't you request this a long time ago?"
She was instructing her son, but her heart was already downstairs.
With that, she was gone like the wind.
Thomas felt guilty for his scumbag father, but the one million dollars that his mother had
given him was also tempting. He decided to stop fooling around and obediently did as he
was told and ransacked the software store.
The latest upgrade was one capable of rivaling the firewall found in military defense
systems.
It was an attack system known as "Hacker's Hand".
He also got several Trojan horse gadgets he had long had his eyes on.
All of them were dear to him.
Downstairs. Lounge.
Dylan gave Noah an IV injection and busied himself with treating his wounds.
A certain someone was still in a daze and restless.
"Madeline, what happened back then… It was my fault. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry."
Noah mumbled as he kept calling for her.
Dylan, who was busy removing the gauze, frowned, "Damn, Noah. You're so far gone."
He sighed, unsure whether or not he should feel sorry for his friend or gloat at his
misfortune.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that Noah would dance
at the woman's whims.
Said woman was also the ex-wife he so ruthlessly abandoned!
"How is he?"
Madeline came downstairs and inquired softly. She tried his best to conceal her worry but
it was expressed through her eyes loud and clear.
"Not looking too good."
Dylan was so busy patching him up, he hadn't even raised his head.
Madeline's mien betrayed nothing but her heartstrings were tugged on.
"Why do you keep avoiding me, Madeline?"
"Do you really hate me that much?"
Her worry intensified when the drowsy Noah suddenly started talking.
He had even grabbed onto her wrist.
"Are you conscious, Noah?!"
Dylan watched Noah bypass him to reach his target with great precision. He couldn't
believe that this was something a seriously injured and comatose person could do.
Madeline was equally puzzled and tried to break away from his hold.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBeing a soft-hearted person eventually stopped her from pushing him away.
"Madeline, Madeline…"
He was unconscious but all he saw in his mind was Madeline.
When they first got married, the woman always waited to share a meal with him.
She would welcome him whenever he returned from abroad with a sweet smile on her
face.
She would also carefully set aside a checklist as she tenderly stroked her belly with stars
in her eyes…
The memories overwhelmed him. All he could see was her smile.
He had only felt disgusted in the past but it was now something out of reach.
……
In a bridal shop.
Elise Lambert was sewing buttons onto her new masterpiece.
That was when a well-dressed middle-aged couple came in through the door hand in hand.
"Welcome. Are you here to pick out a gown?"
The clerks were currently gone, leading to her setting her work aside to receive them.
The smile on her face froze the moment she looked up.
The woman was none other than Suzette Grant.
Maddie's birth mother, who was as vicious as the stepmothers found in fairy tales.
The man she was with seemed nowhere near comparable to Bruno.
Holy sh*t! Is this real life?!
Her mind had gone blank. She didn't seem to know what to say.
She caught her best friend's mother cheating. This was awkward beyond belief!
Thank god she doesn't seem to recognize me.
She had always been indifferent toward Madeline. It was only natural that she wouldn't
care whether or not she had friends and what kind of people they were.
She and Madeline had known each other since their college days but Elise had never
visited the Grant household.
Angie's tendency to invite bad friends home to celebrate every birthday always left her
indignant.
She was now glad that she had never formally met them…
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