Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change?

Chapter 682

Chapter 682

"Sure." Nolan frowned slightly, nodding his head, choosing not to say more.

Naylor looked up, his gaze landing on Gilbert, his smile unwavering, "You just asked if you called me 'Dad', would I dare to respond?"

"I asked. What about it?" Gilbert lifted his chin defiantly, "So?"

"Alright then." Naylor's smile softened as he nodded, "There's nothing I wouldn't dare."

"!!"

Gilbert was so shocked it seemed like his breath was momentarily taken away, "What do you mean?"

Naylor ignored his confusion, his smile dimming slightly.

He spoke in a low, serious tone, "What I mean is, I'll call you 'son', on one condition... You actually have to be my son."

Before Gilbert could probe further, Naylor called out, "Nolan!"

"Right here!" Nolan understood immediately, clapping his hands together softly.

from the side room. Dressed in white lab coats, their faces hidden

this time, several bodyguards surged forward,

"What are you doing?"

could react, Naylor spoke again, his voice calm and collected, "I'd advise you to cooperate. Don't forget, I've got your two

filled with helpless rage as he stared at

"Sit."

the sofa, then to the doctors, "Sit down. They're just going to take some blood. It

a moment's hesitation, Gilbert

rolling up his sleeve, tying a tourniquet, disinfecting the area, and then drawing blood. Watching his blood flow,

you planning on doing

slow on the

alt these years in

His smile deepened.

if you're not my son, your

spoke, the doctor finished drawing

"Cut the crap!"

to listen to you ramble. Where are my people?" Naylor

huh? Each more beautiful than the last.

are they?" Gilbert's gaze grew dangerously dark, his patience running

didn't answer, simply smiling, "Which of these women do