Noah was completely stunned. Surely there was no need for the parents to take it out on the children after arguing!Had his bastard father turned into a jerk again so quickly?Xavier held Noah up. "My son?" He found the whole situation absurd. It was as though he had fallen asleep and woken up to an entirely different life."Yes, sir. Please be gentle when you put Mr. Noah down. He has poor health; he can't be handled roughly," Mark advised. He knew Xavier's memory loss was temporary, and once he regained his memory, he'd regret it if Noah ended up hurt.Hearing this, Xavier set Noah down. "Whose son is he—mine and who else's?"Mark was at a loss for words. Noah seemed to realize that his bastard father had lost his memory again. He could only roll his eyes. Before Mark could respond, Noah asked Xavier, "Stinky Dad, do you really not remember whose precious baby I am? Why don't you take a guess?" He wanted to see which woman his bastard father thought could possibly be the mot
Zachary had always trusted Noah's sixth sense.The two brothers shared secrets that even Yvette didn't know about. Zachary was a top-level hacker, while Noah had an extraordinary ability—his sixth sense was incredibly sharp. For instance, if they were walking down the street and someone was about to drop something from a building, Noah would sense it beforehand.What made Noah even more unique was his ability to sense luck. Zachary vividly remembered how Yvette had taken them to a lottery place when they had been two or three years old. Noah had held onto Yvette's hand and refused to leave. When she'd asked him what he wanted, Noah had gone inside and randomly picked up a few papers.One of the papers ended up making the winner of tens of thousands of dollars.Of course, this ability wasn't foolproof; it didn't work 100% of the time. Still, it was remarkable enough that Zachary made sure Noah didn't use his powers openly, as it could be dangerous if adults ever found out.
Xavier's expression instantly darkened. "You brat, you're asking for it.""Dad, you scolded me..." Noah immediately began to fake cry.Xavier's head throbbed even more as he listened to the crying. "Someone, get in here!" he roared.Wendy quickly entered the study. "Mr. Lane, what's wrong?""Take this brat and throw him out."Wendy was stunned. However, she hurried forward in case Xavier ended up doing something to Noah. She quickly scooped Noah up in her arms. Noah's eyes were filled with tears. "Dad, what's wrong? Don't you want me anymore?"Xavier ignored him and turned to Wendy. "Do I need to repeat myself? Get him out of here."Holding Noah, Wendy nodded quickly. "Yes, sir. We'll leave right away." She thought to herself that she would call Yvette as soon as they were out. Only Yvette could deal with Xavier right now.After Wendy carried Noah out of the study, Noah stopped crying. He whispered, "Ms. Wendy, can you take me to change my pants first?" He paused, then added,
Xavier's memory was scrambled?Yvette couldn't quite understand Mark. "What do you mean by that?""When I went to see you yesterday, Mr. Lane had already forgotten who you were. But after I returned, he remembered you again. However, through my conversations with him, I realized that his memory seems to be stuck six or seven years in the past." Mark sighed. "It's still like that now—he doesn't even remember the children."Yvette thought for a moment. "I understand. Please take care of Noah for me. I'm about to board my flight. I'll be back soon.""Yes, Mrs. Lane."Yvette thought that Xavier's situation this time wasn't a bluff. After all, Xavier had genuinely lost his memories before, and since they had already agreed to start over, there was no reason for him to pretend that his memories had gone haywire again.She boarded the plane after turning off her phone.At Dewberry Manor, Xavier had finally changed into a fresh set of clothes after being examined by the doctors. D
Mark looked upstairs and said, "Mr. Lane must be awake.""I'll go check," Yvette replied.In the cold, monochromatic room, Xavier had fallen to the floor. Seeing this, Yvette rushed in and immediately went to help him up. "Are you okay?""Get out," Xavier snapped as soon as he heard her voice. He shoved her away. "Had enough fun outside, have you?"Yvette staggered backward, almost falling. Tired as she was from not having much rest, her temper flared up at his outburst."Xavier, if you're sick, get treated. What are you doing right now? Don't forget, I'm pregnant. If anything happens to the babies, do you think I'll—" She'd never spoken so harshly before, and by the time she got to the end, she couldn't continue.Xavier went silent.Carefully, Yvette approached him again to help him up. He didn't push her away this time.After she got Xavier back onto the bed, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and hissed, "You've grown bold now, huh? You're even yelling at me."Yvette was no
Xavier's thin lips pressed into a tight line, the corners of his mouth drawn taut. He stopped arguing with Yvette and tried to get up from the bed again, intending to leave.Seeing this, Yvette stood up as well. "Thought it over? Let's go to the hospital."Xavier ignored her. As he continued forward, he inevitably bumped into some of the room's furnishings."There's a wall ahead!" Just as he was about to hit the wall, Yvette called out to stop him. Xavier paused, then began feeling his way toward the door. Yvette walked over and grabbed his hand. If it had been the old Xavier, he would have shaken her off in disdain. But for some reason, he didn't mind her touch now. What was even more surprising was that it felt like the blood in his arm froze the moment she touched him.Xavier couldn't understand why he was feeling this way.Yvette pulled him forward rather roughly, opened the door, and led him out."Let's eat first. We'll go to the hospital after that." With Tristan's conn
Xavier had always had a mild case of germophobia. Not even Daphne could touch him, let alone Yvette. But now, with Yvette leaning against his chest, he found himself surprisingly unbothered."It really is different," Xavier remarked.Puzzled, Yvette asked, "What's different?"Instead of answering her, Xavier quickly released her from his embrace. He still couldn't believe that, years later, he had fallen in love with Yvette and had a son with her."How old is the boy?" he asked suddenly."Just over four years old," Yvette replied, still finding his behavior strange.Over four years old—that meant the child had been conceived around the time Yvette had filed for divorce."Did you drug me?" Xavier could only think of that as an explanation."You remember?" Yvette thought he was referring to the time she'd drugged him in order to get pregnant.Xavier's eyes narrowed with chilling coldness. "So, it's true."He had always wondered why the man he remembered to be had been determine
Tristan was already waiting at the private entrance of the hospital. He didn't know the full details—only that Xavier had been injured and needed to be admitted for tests.A sleek silver MPV pulled up at the entrance. Soon enough, Tristan saw Yvette helping Xavier out of the car, with Mark following close behind them."Xav, Yvette, what's going on?" Though Xavier found Tristan's voice familiar, the way Tristan addressed Yvette sounded particularly odd to him.Tristan had always called her "Deaf Yvvy" in the past. No one hated Yvette more than Tristan, and now he was simply calling her "Yvette"."It's a long story. Mr. Xyrax can explain it to you," Yvette responded coolly, her attitude toward Tristan still indifferent.Tristan didn't take it to heart and motioned for them to head inside before turning to Mark for an explanation.Mark filled him in on what had happened."Is Yerick out of his mind?" Tristan cursed, his eyes filled with anger. "I always thought the Herrera family