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.

could she have imagined that the reason why Thomas suddenly felt sorry for Noah was

moments earlier to play around

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

under the

was only then that he realized his scum father was weak not because of

only added oil to

out of guilt, put glue onto the lashes he had plucked

plans were derailed by Madeline and Dylan

to

Upstairs. Bedroom.

the covers when a notification came in on his

has received

the amount deposited into his account. He

me so much

attached himself to his mother with all the

immediately turned to leave. "Be good and stay up here. Upgrade all your equipment. Didn't you request this a

was instructing her son, but her heart was

that, she was gone like the

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 and

one capable of rivaling

was an attack system known

horse gadgets he had long had his eyes

them were dear to

Downstairs. Lounge.

injection and busied himself with treating his

still in a daze

what happened back then… It was

as he kept

the gauze, frowned, "Damn,

sighed, unsure whether or not he should feel sorry for his friend or gloat

it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that Noah would dance at

was also the ex-wife he so ruthlessly

"How is he?"

his best to conceal her worry but it was expressed through her

"Not looking too good."

so busy patching him up, he hadn't even raised

betrayed nothing but her heartstrings

you keep avoiding me,

you really hate me

when the

even grabbed onto

"Are you conscious, Noah?!"

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