After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

Chapter 92

Nora blinked.

Arnold raised an eyebrow.

The housekeeper looked away. pretending not to hear.

For a long moment, Alex simply stood there, frozen in shock.

Then, with a dramatic huff, he stomped his foot. “This is so unfair!”

Nora sighed, pressing her fingers against her temple. “Alex, it wasn’t-”

“No! You went camping! Without! Me!” He repeated, emphasizing each word like a dramatic declaration.

Alex dragged his backpack along the floor, gripping the worn straps tightly.

With a grunt, he jumped off the couch and bolted upstairs, his small feet thudding against the wooden steps.

His frustration was palpable, radiating in the way he stomped with every step.

Nora frowned, watching him go.

She parted her lips, deliberate slowness.

y to call after him, but before she could, Arnold lowered his newspaper with

His voice was faint, almost casual.

“Alex, come back.”

There was no anger in his tone, no sharp reprimand–just a simple, quiet command.

Alex stopped immediately. His breath caught in his throat.

For a moment, he stood there, unmoving, gripping the strap of his bag so tightly his knuckles turned

white.

Then, hesitantly, he turned around and shuffled back, dragging his book bag behind him like a weight too

heavy to bear.

in front of Nora, he kept his eyes downcast. His

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with you next time,

olive branch, a child’s way of offering

reached out, brushing his tousled hair. “I’ll

shadow of doubt remained in his eyes. The sharp ring of the house phone cut through the quiet moment.

was calling.

loomed ahead, its grand structure as imposing as ever. Inside, the scent of

Her sharp gaze landed on Nora as soon as

“Where is Arnold?”

answered simply. “He

flicker of disapproval crossed the old woman’s face. “Work,” she echoed, shaking her

was nothing to say. Arnold

change the subject when she sneezed.

Twice.

and a slight rise in temperature on her forehead.

you alright? m

asked

Nora forced a smile, “I went camping a couple days ago, I might be a little cold,

deal.”

barely left her lips when her phone buzzed. A message

mall, and guess what I saw? Arnold

much!**

at the screen. Her fingers tightened around the phone, her

There was no

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body, already exhausted, seemed to take the news as permission to collapse. The aching in her limbs. grew heavier. The burning in her throat sharpened. An unbearable fatigue settled over

night, fever consumed her.

in and out of consciousness, her dreams a tangled mess of past and present. Laughter

she finally awoke, her

the faint scent of aftershave–this was

Arnold sat nearby, his laptop open. The glow

his movements smooth, controlled. Without a

accept anything from him. And yet, her throat was parched, her