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.

front of Nora, he kept his eyes downcast. His voice was small,

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me with you next

was an olive branch, a

his tousled hair.

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

was

Manor loomed ahead, its grand structure as imposing as ever. Inside,

Her sharp gaze landed on Nora as soon as she

“Where is Arnold?”

Nora answered simply. “He

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

There was nothing to say. Arnold made his own choices.

the subject when she

Twice.

pain coming from her temples and a slight rise in temperature

alright? m

asked

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

deal.”

her lips when

mall, and guess what I saw? Arnold and Linda

much!**

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

reply. There was

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The aching in her limbs. grew heavier. The burning in

night, fever consumed

drifted in and out of consciousness, her dreams a tangled mess

awoke, her

breath hitched. The dark wooden furniture, the faint scent of

head slightly, feeling sluggish and weak. Arnold sat nearby, his laptop open. The

he shut the laptop and stood, his movements smooth, controlled. Without a word, he poured a glass

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

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