Abusive Wife

Chapter 83

“Huh? Noah’s injured? He has a fever?!”

Dylan Felch was nestled in a quilt

cocoon when he received the news

from Madeline. He nearly leaped off the bed.

His drowsiness was gone like the wind.

He grabbed his kit with him and drove straight to the Maple Forest Villa.

“What happened? When did he get injured? Why didn’t anyone notify me?!”

He anxiously rang the doorbell, and before Madeline opened the door, he was spitting out question after question.

“Uh…”

“You should go see for yourself.”

Madeline welcomed him in and for a moment was at a loss as to how to explain Noah’s injury.

She could only change the subject and lead him inside.

Dylan had no intention of pursuing the matter at her deflection and raced right into the lounge.

“Come, Colt. We can play upstairs. Uncle Dylan needs to give your Daddy an injection. We shouldn’t disturb him.”

Madeline watched Thomas lying on Noah as the child attempted to grab at his father’s eyelashes, and hurriedly smiled and waved to him.

She immediately removed the brat from the scene before Dylan could say a thing.

Noah’s wounds were fresh!

Redressing his wounds would be a bloody sight!

It was better for Thomas to not be exposed to any of it!

She wasn’t about to traumatize her son with the sight of blood.

“Okay!”

Madeline had been afraid the child

would refuse to listen to her but he readily agreed.

He had even cast a distressed look at Noah before he went upstairs.

Madeline took it all in and was

surprised. She couldn’t help but suspect that her son had been switched.

After all, Thomas only felt resentment for Noah.

He, very smoothly, referred to the man as his scumbag father.

could she have imagined that the reason why Thomas suddenly felt sorry for Noah was that he found

his father moments earlier to play

accidentally pressed down against his lower

faintly under

then that

of a cold but due to inflammation in

wound.

only added oil to the

glue onto the lashes he had plucked

plans were derailed by Madeline and Dylan rushing

had to

Upstairs. Bedroom.

under the covers when a notification came in on

has

dropped at the amount deposited into his account. He was

why did you give me so much money?

attached himself to his mother

and stay up here. Upgrade all your equipment. Didn’t you request this a long time

her son, but her heart was

was gone like the

for his scumbag father, but the one million dollars that his mother

around and obediently did as he was told

of rivaling the firewall found in military

an attack system known as

also got several Trojan horse gadgets he had long had his

were dear

Downstairs. Lounge.

IV injection and

wounds.

was still in

back then… It was my

as he kept

her.

was busy removing the gauze, frowned, “Damn, Noah. You’re so far

whether or not he should feel sorry for his friend or

seen it with his own eyes,

at the

also the ex-wife he so ruthlessly

“How is he?”

came downstairs and

his best to conceal her worry but it was expressed through

“Not looking too good.”

was so busy

up, he

even raised his

but

do you keep avoiding

hate me

intensified when the drowsy

grabbed