SWNOVELS Chapter 92
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 a hand to grip Sean’s shoulder.
“You sound so reluctant.” Brad said. His voice wasn’t loud, and it was somewhat low. But 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 have 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
evil. I will never like you again.” With that, he quickly ran off. He returned to the room he had been earlier and slammed the door shut.
Brad stood up and looked at the closed door. His brows furrowed. What was that attitude? There was no doubt that he was Nadine’s son. Sean was just as rebellious as she was.
Just as he was about to leave, 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 word.
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 Villa.” Nadine must’ve been ill at ease now with Sean
missing.
He wanted Nadine to know that in the Hamiltons, his word was law. 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 how late you came home because they would be there.
That warmth grew wildly in his heart like weeds, replacing all its displeasure. Even the coldness seemed to dissipate a bit. Looking at the warmly lit lamp 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 just liked to make things
difficult for herself.
In high spirits, Brad walked briskly. It was the best he had felt in a while. As he pushed the door open, he
saw Nadine asleep on the sofa.
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 was completely 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 blanket. She had no presence at all.
Her breathing was so light it was barely audible. As Brad heard her breathing, he thought that she might
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.