Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 582

Nolan did not know what to say.

The car was slowly moving toward the East Island Villa. Nolan did not know how to get along with his son along the journey, but there was an inexplicable desire to get closer to him in his heart.

The good thing was that Wayion did not make things hard for him at this time and took the initiative to spark a conversation with him. Nolan only had memories from before he was 17, so it was not too hard for him to talk to an 8,5-year-old boy.

Maisie turned her head to look at the father-son duo and asked Quincy in a soft voice, “Is this how Nolan looked like when he was 17?”

Quincy nodded. “Yeah.”

Then, he sighed slightly and continued. “Mr.

Goldmann did use to be like this in the past before the incident involving Madam Goldmann.”

Maisie did not say anything as she looked at Nolan. Nolan used to be a man who would give off an indifferent and imposing vibe that made people reluctant to get close to him. However, right now, he had become a lot more approachable. Perhaps, it was because he had lost his memory? But one silver lining was that he still treated them as his family despite having no memory of them.

In any case, no matter what happened to him, he was still Nolan.

Nolan did not have any memory of the East Island Villa. After getting into the villa, he scanned the surroundings for a long while before asking, “Where is our room?”

to bring their luggage into their rooms and walked up

asked with a frown,” But aren’t husbands

by him, and she replied,” Yeah. We used to be husband and wife, but you insisted on getting a divorce with me

surprise crossed Nolan’s eyes. He stopped and

and frowned. It indeed did not look like a woman had been living

her back, Maisie approached him and chuckled. “Why? Do you want

brightly like a flower before him. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down nervously as he averted his gaze. “I’m just

said, “We’re going back home in another two days. In the meantime, you should get

turned and left. Nolan lifted his arm but stopped in midair. He clenched

villa and said, “Ms. Vanderbilt, here’s a letter Mr. Hathaway asked me

from Yorrick?” Maisie frowned in confusion. She took the letter, opened it

letter as well, so he asked, “What did Mr.

the letter and replied,

hotel in

led Maisie to the room. The room was spacious, with built-in floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view. It was both upscale

couch. She was wearing a dress, with a scarf draped over her

to admit that other than Madam

Hathaway was the most elegant older