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.

felt

his father moments earlier to play

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

oozed faintly under the

only then that he realized his scum father was weak not because of a cold but due to inflammation in his

action had only added oil to the

guilt, put glue onto the lashes he had plucked

plans were derailed by Madeline and Dylan rushing

had to give

Upstairs. Bedroom.

covers when a notification came

has received 1,000,000

amount deposited into his account.

you give me so much

attached himself to his mother

Upgrade all your equipment. Didn't you request this a long time

son, but her

was

but the one million dollars that his mother had given him was also tempting. He decided to stop fooling around and obediently did as he was told

upgrade was one capable of rivaling the firewall found in military defense

system

horse gadgets he had long had

were dear

Downstairs. Lounge.

an IV injection and busied himself with treating

was still in a daze and

It was

he kept calling for

busy removing the gauze,

sighed, unsure whether or not he should feel sorry

own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that Noah would dance

the ex-wife

"How is he?"

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

"Not looking too good."

patching him up, he

betrayed nothing but

you keep avoiding

hate me

intensified when the drowsy Noah suddenly started

even grabbed onto

"Are you conscious, Noah?!"

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