Aggresive Wife

Aggresive Wife Chapter 121

“What? Noah, are you serious? When did this happen, and how come I didn’t know about it?” Dylan spluttered.

“Of course, you didn’t know; that’s nothing new,” Noah replied perfunctorily. His eyes never left the surveillance monitor screen.

The little rascal, Colton, had gone into the lift without any mishaps.

There was a large surveillance monitor in the living room, and the HD camera caught every little nuance of young Thomas’s expression for Noah to see.

Thomas had no idea at all that he was currently being monitored in real-time, and was happily sending a message to Madeline on his phone.

Dylan noticed at this point that Noah was observing Colton’s movements very carefully. At first, he thought that Noah was being overly protective, afraid that the boy would not be able to make it downstairs safely. However, as he continued to watch, he realized that something was amiss.

“Noah, look; isn’t Colt holding a phone? When did you get one for him? Just yesterday, I asked him for his Instagram account, and he said he didn’t have one!”

Apparently, it wasn’t that the little brat didn’t have an account; he just didn’t want to add Dylan to his friend list. Bah! What a waste, doting on him! Dylan’s expression betrayed his irritation.

“Madeline gave him that phone as a present,” Noah answered curtly.

Dylan felt even more annoyed. Colton was really a little brat and no mistake!

“What’s there to get annoyed about? I don’t know his Instagram account either.” Noah noticed that Dylan genuinely felt hurt and tried to console him a little. After all, why would anyone need an Instagram account when they had someone’s phone number? He felt that Dylan was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Really? Hahaha, then both of us are in the same boat. Alright, you keep an eye on Colt while I go heat up some milk for him. He’ll probably want to have it when he comes back!” Dylan felt a lot better after

typing messages and felt very curious about this. In the end, he switched the camera angle to a closeup of Thomas’s phone

Instagram messenger page. He also noticed that Thomas had addressed the

A memory suddenly flashed into his mind; he recalled that

he wasn’t mistaken, Colton had called her Mommy and Madeline…what had she called

she given Colton

and saw a line of text

texted, “Mommy, is my lil’ brother awake yet? He knows I’m

“You’re the

what did

Madeline continued to message back and forth. Noah, however, was utterly confused

Little brother? Big brother?

Madeline had other children?

didn’t like Noah anymore. She had fallen in love with someone else; had she conceived another child with

felt as if his head was about to explode. The old injury from his accident throbbed faintly,

up milk for Thomas, realized that something was amiss with Noah and

room, concealing it once more. After all, the young rascal had gone downstairs to message

after that. The minute he saw Noah lying on the couch looking rather pale, he ran over as fast as his little legs could carry him, feeling worried. “Daddy, what’s wrong?”

the fact that he was one step closer to a vast inheritance now that Noah was ill never even crossed

you do, I’ll let you have all my pocket money!” Thomas ran into Noah’s arms and snuggled his fuzzy little head against Noah’s shoulder in a show of

worry, Colt. Your daddy’s just tired. He’ll be fine after a little rest!” Dylan reassured Thomas after seeing his agitation. He got up and brought the boy a cup of hot chocolate milk,