Chapter 92


    Brad wasn’t satisfied with his response. He slowly squatted down as his gaze met Sean’s. His attractive


    eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised <b>a </b>hand to grip Sean’s shoulder.


    “You sound so reluctant.” Brad said. His voice wasn’t loud, and it was somewhat low. <i>But </i>it carried an


    unmistakable sense of pressure.


    Facing this man, Sean wasn’t afraid at all. He shook his little head and shrugged off Brad’s hand as he proudly said, “That’s because you’re wrong. You <b>have </b>a mistress outside, and Mommy doesn’t want to be


    with you anymore. How is that her fault?


    “You won’t let her be free, you look down on her job, and now you’re using me to threaten her. You’re just


    <b>evil</b>. I will never like you again.” With that, he quickly <b>ran </b>off. He returned to the room he had been earlier and mmed the door shut.


    Brad stood up and looked at the closed door. His brows furrowed. What was that attitude? There was <b>no </b>doubt that he was Nadine’s son. Sean was just as rebellious as she was.


    Just as he was about to leave<b>, </b>a bodyguard approached. The bodyguard lowered his head as he


    respectfully said, “Mr. Hamilton, Sean hasn’t eaten anything for ten hours. A growing child can’t be left


    starving.”


    Brad looked up coldly at the bodyguard and said, “Let him eat if he wants. If he doesn’t, then let him


    starve.”


    Sean was such a young child, but he was already so rebellious. He was exactly like troublesome Nadine.


    Brad’s tone was so stern that the bodyguard lowered his head further, not daring to say another <b>word</b>.


    Finally, peace and quiet. Brad massaged his aching head, grabbed the car keys, and tossed them to the bodyguard next to him. “Take me to Phoenix Vi.” Nadine must’ve been ill at ease now with Sean


    missing.


    He wanted Nadine to know that in the Hamiltons, his word wasw. Disobeying him meant a dead end.


    Brad’s mind was filled with images of Nadine frantically searching for Sean. The thought of seeing her


    worried face soon significantly improved his mood. She couldn’t possibly defy him.


    As night fell, the temperature dropped. When midnight struck, it dropped even further. Brad was dressed lightly but he didn’t feel cold.


    He saw that there was a light left on in the estate. A long–lost, but familiar, feeling washed over him. It


    was like the feeling of warmth knowing that someone was waiting for you at home. It didn’t matter howte you came home because they would be there.


    That warmth grew wildly in his heart like weeds, recing all its displeasure. Even the coldness seemed to dissipate a bit. Looking at the <b>warmly </b>litmp exuding a sense of waiting and warmth, Brad smiled.


    If Nadine had been obedient earlier, she wouldn’t have had to suffer at all. She <b>just </b>liked to make things


    difficult for herself<b>.</b>


    In high spirits, Brad walked briskly. It was the best he <b>had </b>felt in a while. As he pushed the door open, he


    saw Nadine asleep on the <b>sofa</b><b>.</b>


    The room was warm, and Nadine was curled up on the sofa like a cat. She looked like an abandoned pet-


    as pitiful as ever.


    Seeing that, something stung in Brad’s heart. A sharp, aching sensation quickly spread through him.


    Nadine was sleeping deeply and waspletely unaware of Brad’s arrival. She curled up into a small ball. If one didn’t look clearly, she could’ve been mistaken for a nket. She had no presence at all.


    Her breathing was so light it was barely audible. As Brad heard her breathing, he thought that she mightC0pyright ? 2024 N?v)(elDrama.Org.


    have a stuffy nose.


    So, he hurried to take off his coat, only to realize he had left it at the hospital. Brad approached her


    quietly, intending to wake her and take her upstairs to sleep.