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.

Dressed in white lab coats, their faces hidden behind masks and

time, several bodyguards surged

"What are you doing?"

"I'd advise you

gaze filled with helpless rage as

"Sit."

down. They're just going to take some

moment's

sleeve, tying a tourniquet, disinfecting the area, and then drawing blood. Watching

you planning on doing

too slow on

pleased, "Well, if you were, you wouldn't have lasted alt these years in the Johnson family,

His smile deepened.

not my son,

he spoke, the doctor

"Cut the crap!"

a cotton ball to the needle site, "I'm not here to listen to you ramble. Where are my people?" Naylor paused, his lips curving

two ladies, huh? Each more beautiful than the

they?" Gilbert's gaze grew dangerously

simply smiling, "Which of these women