Aggresive Wife

Chapter 30

Seeing that Noah was back, Suzette knew there was no escaping. Turning on the waterworks, she went up and whined to him, “You’re finally back, Mr. Quincy. I need to talk to you.”

With a frown, Noah raised his arm to the group behind. Getting the message, Wayne took off together with the security detail. At that point, Dylan arrived and went upstairs ahead of everyone else.

Suzette looked at the son-in-law of her dreams in delight. Her future son-in-law could command the room with his presence. So what if the Grants were in financial trouble?

She had her son-in-law! The Quincies were the ultimate symbol of wealth and power in Imperia!

Her son-in-law was at the helm of it all.

Noah wore a black shirt paired with a creaseless vest and suit jacket. His shirt was buttoned all the way to the collar while a coat hung off his elbow. His brows on fleek and aloof eyes only added to his standoffish mien. “What’s on your mind, Mrs. Grant?”

“Angie’s in the hospital, pretty shaken up. There are mean comments everywhere online about Angie. Mr. Quincy, you got to stick up for her. These people are trying to ruin her reputation. There’s no way Angie would…”

“Sir, Colton is awake, but things are not looking good. I tried talking to him, but Colton simply stared into blank space.” Mr. Charles’ flat tone interrupted Suzette’s speech.

Putting on a scowl, Noah took quick paces up the stairs. “This can wait until later, Mrs. Grant.”

News about Colton regaining consciousness saw Suzette timidly edging to the door.

“Since you’re here, you should leave after visiting Colton, Mrs. Grant.” Mr. Charles put his hand out to stop her, insisting that she came along upstairs by force.

Upstairs, the pale-faced boy lay in bed, blinking his eyes at the ceiling. Thomas timed his waking when Mr. Charles called the doctor.

Hearing the looming footsteps at the door, he looked over. “Daddy!”

Noah took large strides ahead and reached out to feel Thomas’ forehead. “How do you feel?”

carried out a thorough examination on the little man. “He seemed to have gotten a nasty shock, but he stayed

up from behind, Mr. Charles said, “It was my

none

pulled out the surveillance footage inside the residence. Mrs. Grant entered Colton’s bedroom

upstairs by the bodyguards,

met Noah’s callous eyes, feeling a tightness in her throat. “Mr. Quincy,

as he added. “Grandma was only playing a

jerked. A closer inspection revealed her hands were

behavior did not escape

to the game than

downcast eyes, Noah barely shielded the ruthlessness in his chilly eyes. “Tell me, Colt. What

and nudged it up to Noah’s palm. He smiled innocently. “She grabbed my

her bottom as color drained from her

teeth before turning around to face

Quincy. I’m his grandmother. I would never hurt him!” Suzette insisted it was an innocent

the brat, but the kid had always said nothing.

say that. I’m interested to see what kind of harmless fun you were having

of her to say dangling a child

to talk back then, he must suffer a

reading of naiveness, innocence, and trust, Colt reluctantly uttered, “Don’t blame Grandma, Daddy. She’s only playing a game with me

when he turned his head around. “Didn’t you hear Mrs. Grant say that it was all

hung her outside the

the pit of her stomach left

Grandma. I’m too scared to play it. You’re so brave. Don’t

what she gets for being a bully! My brother must have suffered a

for his brother. Only… Thomas peered at Noah, captivated by the latter’s tensed jaw from holding