Leaving the Wrong Love Behind Forever novel Chapter 32

"..." Butler Lang opened his mouth wide.

Young Master Hendrick was her biological child! As a mother, shouldn't she be anxious!

Six years ago, she was pregnant with the Young Master's children, who were twins, but at that time, Mrs. Wendy Bridgewater firmly refused to allow her to enter the house.

Later, after the child was born, Mrs. Bridgewater still cared about the Young Master Hendrick's face that was the same as the Master's. Only then did he agree to let her live in the house on the grounds of taking care of the children.

This stay lasted for six years.

Sheryl's current identity was still only Arthur's nominal cohabitation girlfriend, but she had always considered herself a Mistress.

But what Butler Lang confused is that logically, Sheryl moved in because of Hendrick, so she should be proud of him. After all, he will be indispensable for the Bridgewater family's property in the future.

But in the past six years, she had always been lukewarm to Hendrick, sometimes even call it indifferent, but she was still very fond of Elaine.

There were footsteps outside.

Soon, Arthur's tall and robust figure entered the room.

The man's sharp ink-black pupils radiated a frigid gleam, and a chilling aura emanated from his presence. The room's temperature seemed to drop instantly in the wake of his powerful aura.

"Arthur." Sheryl's countenance shifted, and she promptly set aside her eyebrow pencil.

She rubbed her eyes, gliding into his embrace like a graceful butterfly. In a soft, tender tone, she said, "You're back, and Hendrick is missing."

"What happened?" he pressed, pushing her gently away, his eyes filled with an icy resolve.

She gazed at him with a pitiable expression and stammered, "Arthur, Hendrick and Elaine had an argument. Elaine accidentally struck Hendrick. Hendrick left in anger. Kids can be irritable during games. Maybe we should look for him at their play area."

"Are you certain?" His eyes grew even colder as he inquired in a frigid tone.

She felt a pang of guilt.

Today, Elaine had slapped Hendrick.

"Master, we've already searched the entire estate." Butler Lang carefully interjected.

"Have Elaine wait in the study until I return." Arthur commanded coldly, then pivoted and strode out.

Sheryl pursed her lower lip, still apprehensive about confronting Arthur. She personally escorted Elaine to the study, but to her surprise, he didn't instruct her to stand but to sit.

Inside the study, surrounded by comic books and albums.

Christopher, with his little legs, walked up to the entrance, when suddenly, he collided with another child running toward him.

He scratched his little head.

"Who are you? Why do you look so much like me?" Hendrick finally broke his icy silence, speaking with a chill and arrogance.

Huh, that tone?

Christopher couldn't help but feel a bit miffed. After all, he was the one who had accidentally collided with him just a moment ago!

Yet, the astute little Christopher had already pieced together the puzzle.

The aloof and chilly kid standing before him had to be his brother!

Eh, big deal, he wasn't too bothered about it.

"Hendrick." Just then, a deep, resonant voice echoed from behind.

Hendrick's complexion turned ashen. No, it couldn't be! Dad had tracked him down so quickly!

He had just managed to escape, and there was no way he wanted to return to that eerily desolate mansion.

Abruptly, he grabbed Christopher's hand and pulled him in the direction of Arthur. They dashed straight towards the city of animated wonders.