Abusive Wife

Chapter 323 How Is Wayne?

It was almost dawn by the time the doctors finished operating on Noah’s arm and extracted the bullet.

The villa had been cleaned up. There were no traces of the attack.

The men in black were handed over to the police. Before that, Noah’s bodyguards had interrogated them and obtained the information they wanted.

Those men were under Trenton’s hire, and their target was Noah and no one else. That was why they did not pursue Mackenzie even though they saw her head down the corridor to the basement.

That was the information they had so far. Interrogations were still ongoing for the culprits of the truck accident that happened earlier in the day.

Noah went to the basement safe room, feeling slightly uneasy. When he saw his daughter sleeping soundly, he could not resist gently kissing her cheek.

My daughter is brave and intelligent. She’s even better than my bodyguards!

“Daddy, your arm is hurt,” Mackenzie mumbled groggily. Even though she was barely awake, she remained concerned about Noah’s injuries. She touched his right arm which had just been bandaged.

“It doesn’t hurt at all, sweetie. You should sleep for a little more,” Noah said. He knew that she slept very late last night, and it was important for a little girl to get enough sleep.

“Sleep with me, Daddy.” Mackenzie hugged Noah’s arm and did not want to let go.

Noah had a lot of work waiting for him in the study, but when his eyes met Mackenzie’s pleading gaze, he decided to leave that for later, flipped the blanket over, and crawled onto the bed next to Mackenzie.

He was ecstatic because his daughter had finally decided to call him “Daddy.”

Also, he had just received an update from Dylan. Madeline was awake, and her vital signs were normal.

He closed his eyes and relaxed. What he did not see was Madeline hugging a robot puppet that did not belong to her.

It took her some time

beer in a bar. Elise came to look for her, and they probably went into Wayne’s

asleep by the time of the accident, so she did

lap and buried his head in

was diverted. She knew her son was feeling guilty about choosing to stay when she asked

still feeling jealous, but those feelings were non-existent

my children. I’ve raised them myself. I shouldn’t have suspected

were bloodshot. She knew that they did not sleep well last night, and she felt sorry for

took her hand. “Mommy, we were so worried about you,” he

gently pinching the back

“I want to sleep

big boy now, and you don’t want to go to kindergarten anymore? Big boys don’t need their mommies to coax

pouted and said, “I’ll be a little baby for today. I can

of the bed and said, “Why don’t you come up here too,

widened with delight. He took off his shoes and went

you two a bedtime story?” Madeline said. She did not ask why Mackenzie was not with them because she knew the little girl often had a

boys like Noah more than me, they’re here with me

story of Don Quixote!”

quickly said, “Then how about Lord of the Rings? Or The Canterbury Tales? Mommy, I

chuckled. She found a suitable sci-fi story and read it

excited. However, they were five-year-olds with short attention spans, and they soon fell

phone vibrated. It was a reminder that she and Noah

up my mind

Noah a call, but no

only send him a message. “Find some time so we can get

“Maddie, how do

up in the bathroom. She glanced at the two children on the bed and placed a