Sweet Subterfuge by Trina Duo

Chapter 927

Kevan noticed Dylan’s hesitation and decided to take matters into his own hands.

He lifted Aster and placed him firmly in Dylan’s lap.

“Lock the doors and keep him safe,” he instructed with determination before jumping out of the car without further ado.

“Hey-* Dylan tried to intervene but it was too late.

He watched as Kevan strode purposefully toward the commotion,

“Damn it! Dylan muttered in frustration,

Following Kevan’s instructions, he locked the car doors but remained uneasy.

“Uncle Dylan, where did Daddy go?” Aster asked with a worried expression.

Dylan shifted his gaze away from Kevan, mustering a forced smile.

“Well… he is not feeling well and needs to use the neighbor’s restroom.”

Hr concocted a poor excuse.

Aster responded with a simple “On” and lowered his head, obediently nestling in Dylan’s arms.

It was unclear whether he believed the excuse or not.

The sound of the knife striking the gate abruptly stopped.

“You’ve finally decided to show your face! You freeloading ingrate! Give me back my Edmund!”

Dylan trembled upon hearing the shout.

darted toward the source of the commotion behind

he couldn’t make

covered Aster’s ears with both hands, assuring

“soon” seemed to last much

until the shrill sound of police sirens

grew increasingly

wanted to step out and investigate. But he restrained himself, he had his own mission to fulfill

silhouette

window and

responded calmly, “Everything’s

gradually faded

the car back to

nowhere to be seenc presumably, the

the doorbell A cautious voice from inside inquired, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Kevan.”

gale slowly opened on its own.

Dylan, “Go park the car,

“What about Aster?”

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dressed but disheveled woman standing at the courtyard gale.

holding a gleaming kitchen knife.

be none other than

the heavy iron

she shouted,

such a situation, cowered in Kevan’s

she?” he asked in a hushed tone.

whispered, “She’s someone who isn’t well.”

hand and offered comfort, “You don’t need to be scared, buddy. I’m here.”

phone and asked Kevan. “Should we call the police?”

nodded in agreement.

of them remained seated in the