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.

a group entered from the side room. Dressed in white lab coats, their faces hidden behind

again, and this time, several bodyguards surged forward,

"What are you doing?"

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

his gaze filled with helpless rage as he stared at Naylor, "What the hell

"Sit."

the sofa, then to the doctors, "Sit down. They're just going to take some blood. It won't be

a moment's hesitation, Gilbert

tying a tourniquet, disinfecting the area, and then drawing blood. Watching his blood flow, Gilbert

on

slow on the

wouldn't have lasted alt these years in

His smile deepened.

not my son,

spoke, the

"Cut the crap!"

here to listen

Each more beautiful than the

Gilbert's gaze grew dangerously dark,

smiling, "Which of these women do you