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.

kept his eyes downcast. His voice was small, hesitant.

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branch, a child’s way of offering peace.

his tousled hair. “I’ll try, sweetheart. Next

of doubt remained in his eyes. The sharp ring

Lancelot was calling.

its grand structure as imposing as ever. Inside, the scent of polished wood and aged books filled the

regal despite her age. Her sharp gaze landed on Nora as soon as she stepped in.

“Where is Arnold?”

Nora answered simply. “He

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

to say. Arnold made his own

was about to change the subject

Twice.

from her temples and a slight rise in temperature on her forehead.

alright?

woman asked

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

deal.”

left her lips when her phone buzzed.

Arnold and

much!**

fingers tightened around the

didn’t reply. There was

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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

fever

consciousness, her dreams a tangled mess of past and present. Laughter echoed. Familiar voices whispered. Time blurred.

her surroundings were unfamiliar.

wooden furniture, the faint scent of aftershave–this was

sat nearby, his laptop open. The glow of the

controlled. Without a word, he poured a glass of water

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