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.

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

his father moments earlier to play around

he accidentally pressed down against his lower abdomen, and Noah, who was unconscious, frowned in

faintly under the

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

little action had only added

guilt, put glue onto the lashes he had plucked and tried to stick them

were derailed by Madeline and Dylan

had to

Upstairs. Bedroom.

when a

Child has received 1,000,000

jaw dropped at the amount deposited into his account.

did you give me so much money? Did you

his mother

turned to leave. "Be good and stay up here. Upgrade all

son, but her

that, she was

but the one million dollars that his mother had given him was also tempting. He decided to stop fooling

of rivaling the firewall found

attack system known as

horse gadgets he

them were dear to

Downstairs. Lounge.

and busied himself with

still in a daze and

It was my fault. I'm

he kept calling for

was busy removing the gauze, frowned,

whether or not he should feel sorry for his friend or gloat at his

he wouldn't have believed that

was also the ex-wife he so ruthlessly

"How is he?"

to conceal her worry

"Not looking too good."

was so busy patching him up, he hadn't

but her

you keep avoiding

hate me that

worry intensified when the drowsy Noah

even grabbed onto her

"Are you conscious, Noah?!"

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