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

moments earlier to play around

accidentally pressed down against his lower abdomen,

faintly under

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

little action had only

onto the lashes he had plucked

plans were derailed by Madeline and Dylan

had to give

Upstairs. Bedroom.

crawled under the covers when a notification came in on

Child has received

at the amount deposited into

you give me so much money? Did you

immediately attached himself to his mother

and stay up here. Upgrade all your equipment. Didn't you request this a long time

instructing her son, but

she was gone like the

that his mother had given him was also tempting. He decided

rivaling

system

several Trojan horse gadgets he had long had his eyes

of them were dear

Downstairs. Lounge.

Noah an IV injection and busied himself with treating his

certain someone was still in a daze

back then… It was my fault. I'm sorry. I'm really

mumbled as he kept

the gauze, frowned,

or not he should feel sorry for

his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed

also the ex-wife he so ruthlessly

"How is he?"

tried his best to conceal her worry but it was expressed through her eyes loud

"Not looking too good."

patching him up, he hadn't

but

keep

really hate me

the

grabbed onto her

"Are you conscious, Noah?!"

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