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!”

hearing the

toward the source of

he couldn’t make out any details.

with both hands, assuring him. “It’ll be okay soon.”

“soon” seemed to

the shrill sound

increasingly restless.

to step out and investigate. But he restrained himself, he had his own mission

than ten minutes. Kevan’s silhouette reappeared in

window and asked, “What’s the situation?”

calmly, “Everything’s

gradually faded into

back to

presumably, the police had

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

“It’s me, Kevan.”

slowly opened on its own.

the car window, Kevan instructed Dylan, “Go

“What about Aster?”

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was a lavishly dressed but disheveled woman

holding a gleaming kitchen

be none other than Maria

the gale!” Maria pounded on the heavy iron gate with her knile.

was strained as she shouted,

such a situation, cowered in Kevan’s arms.

is she?” he asked in

whispered, “She’s someone who

eyes with his hand and offered comfort, “You don’t need to be

and asked Kevan. “Should we call the police?”