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

anxious gaze darted toward the source of the

make out any details.

covered Aster’s ears with both hands, assuring him. “It’ll be

seemed to

sound

grew increasingly restless.

investigate. But he restrained himself,

silhouette reappeared in

quickly lowered the car window and asked, “What’s

responded calmly, “Everything’s

gradually faded into

maneuvered the car back to Kevan’s

presumably, the police had

A cautious voice from inside inquired,

“It’s me, Kevan.”

massive iron gale slowly opened on

“Go park

“What about Aster?”

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dressed but disheveled woman standing at the courtyard gale.

a gleaming kitchen knife.

could be none other

Maria pounded on the heavy iron

she shouted,

unfamiliar with such a situation, cowered in Kevan’s arms.

asked in a

“She’s someone who isn’t

shielded Aster’s eyes with his hand and offered comfort, “You don’t need to

phone and asked Kevan.