Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 927

Kevan noticed Dylan’s hesitation and decided to take matters into his own hands.

He lifted Aster and placed him firmly in Dylan’s lap.

“Lock the doors and keep him safe,” he instructed with determination before jumping out of the car without further ado.

“Hey-* Dylan tried to intervene but it was too late.

He watched as Kevan strode purposefully toward the commotion,

“Damn it! Dylan muttered in frustration,

Following Kevan’s instructions, he locked the car doors but remained uneasy.

“Uncle Dylan, where did Daddy go?” Aster asked with a worried expression.

Dylan shifted his gaze away from Kevan, mustering a forced smile.

“Well… he is not feeling well and needs to use the neighbor’s restroom.”

Hr concocted a poor excuse.

Aster responded with a simple “On” and lowered his head, obediently nestling in Dylan’s arms.

It was unclear whether he believed the excuse or not.

The sound of the knife striking the gate abruptly stopped.

“You’ve finally decided to show your face! You freeloading ingrate! Give me back my Edmund!”

trembled upon hearing the shout.

the source of

he couldn’t make out

hands, assuring

“soon” seemed to last much

sound

grew increasingly restless.

and investigate. But he restrained himself, he had his

than ten minutes. Kevan’s silhouette reappeared in the rearview mirror.

the car window and asked,

calmly, “Everything’s

walling sirens gradually faded into the distance.

the car back to Kevan’s parents‘

presumably, the police

doorbell A cautious voice from inside inquired, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Kevan.”

slowly opened on its

Dylan, “Go park

“What about Aster?”

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a lavishly dressed but disheveled woman standing

was holding a gleaming kitchen knife.

none other than Maria

pounded on the heavy iron gate with her

voice was strained as she shouted, “Give me back my Edmund!”

a situation,

asked in a hushed

someone who isn’t

with his hand and offered comfort, “You don’t need to be scared, buddy. I’m

Kevan. “Should