Chapter 337
Isabel’s frustration mounted as he failed to reply. “Have you lost your voice?! Answer me! Is that your child?!” Finally, Noah looked at Isabel. He took a deep breath before replying, “It’s late, Mom. You should go to bed.”
Isabel got angry, pointing a finger toward Noah. “What is this response? I demand to know—is that child…” Noah, pretending he didn’t hear anything, turned and made his way to the door.
“Stop, Noah!”
He halted, his head angling slightly. “I have things to attend to.” Continuing, he opened the door and strode out toward his car without a backward glance. The door slammed loudly, echoing through the room as Isabel stood shaking with rage.
The darkness of the night enveloped everything. Clutching Averi, Sadie treaded carefully down the cobblestone pathway. Abruptly, a sleek black Maybach halted before her. As the window descended, a strikingly handsome face appeared.
“Come inside.”
Sadie remained silent, frozen in place with Averi in her arms. Noah’s intense, inscrutable eyes were fixed on her.
“I won’t ask again.”
Reluctantly, Sadie climbed into the car with Averi. The engine hummed to life as the car glided through the night.
The air inside the car was oppressively thick, making each breath a struggle. Noah kept his gaze fixed on the road, enveloped in silence. Sadie sat quietly, her gaze lowered, cradling Averi.
Meanwhile, at Wall Manor, lights still blazed in the living room. Isabel’s face was stormy as she sat on the sofa, her demeanor frightening. The butler remained close by, too afraid to utter a word.noveldrama
“Check on that child! I want every detail,” Isabel commanded, her voice cutting through the silence as she pounded on the table.
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“Right away,” the butler replied promptly.
As Isabel remained seated, her eyes betrayed a flicker of doubt. She had yearned for a grandchild for many years. Should this child prove to be a Wall, there was no way he could be ignored, given his good manners and charm.
The next morning, a small collection of dinosaur figurines lay scattered in the corner of the sofa.
Draped in an elegant beige ensemble, Kyla moved with poise into the living room, a pristine Hermes Birkin dangling from her arm. As always, a soft, composed smile adorned her face. Yet, the moment her eyes landed on the toys, that expression faltered.
“What… what is this?” she asked, gesturing toward the toys.
Nearby, the butler had been carefully polishing an antique vase. Upon hearing Kyla’s voice, he set it aside and answered with deference, “Miss Wade, those belong to Miss Hudson’s child. He was here last night.”
“Miss Hudson’s child?” Kyla froze, a flood of questions crashing into her mind. Sadie had come to Wall Manor with her child?
“What exactly happened?” Kyla’s voice remained measured, but beneath the surface, unease swirled.
The butler hesitated, aware of the trust Isabel placed in Kyla. After a brief pause, he chose to be forthright. He recounted the events of the previous evening before adding, “Mrs. Wall has instructed me to look into the child’s origins—to determine if he is Mr. Wall’s son.”
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