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 been switched.

After all, Thomas only felt resentment for Noah.

He, very smoothly, referred to the man as his scumbag father.

she have imagined that the reason why Thomas suddenly felt sorry for Noah was that he found out that he was

father moments earlier to play around with

down against his lower abdomen, and Noah,

oozed faintly under the

he realized his scum father was weak not because of a cold but due to

little action had only added

glue onto the lashes he had plucked

by Madeline and Dylan rushing

had to

Upstairs. Bedroom.

the covers when a

has received

the amount deposited into his account. He was

you give me so much money? Did you increase my

attached himself to his mother with all the innocence of

up here. Upgrade all

but her heart was already

she was

given him was also tempting. He decided

capable of rivaling

an attack system known as

several Trojan horse gadgets he had

of them were

Downstairs. Lounge.

injection and busied himself with

someone was still in a

It was my fault. I'm sorry. I'm really

mumbled as he kept calling

who was busy removing the gauze, frowned, "Damn, Noah. You're

feel sorry for his friend or

his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that

woman was also the

"How is he?"

came downstairs and inquired softly. She tried his best to conceal her worry

"Not looking too good."

was so busy patching him up, he

mien betrayed nothing but her

do you keep avoiding me,

really hate

worry intensified when the drowsy Noah

had even grabbed onto

"Are you conscious, Noah?!"

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