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.

side room. Dressed in white lab coats, their faces hidden behind masks and caps.

gestured again, and this time, several bodyguards surged

"What are you doing?"

and collected, "I'd advise

Gilbert's fight seemed to drain away, his gaze filled with helpless rage as he stared at Naylor, "What

"Sit."

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

a moment's hesitation, Gilbert

sat, a doctor approached, rolling up his sleeve, tying a tourniquet, disinfecting the area, and then drawing blood. Watching his blood flow, Gilbert seemed

you planning on doing a paternity

slow

you were, you wouldn't have lasted alt these years in the Johnson

His smile deepened.

not my son, your abilities have earned

he spoke, the

"Cut the crap!"

site, "I'm not here to listen to you ramble. Where are my people?" Naylor

Each more beautiful than the last.

gaze grew

didn't answer, simply smiling, "Which