Chapter 927
Sweet Subterfuge
Kevan noticed Dylanâs hesitation and decided to take matters into his own hands.
He lifted Aster and placed him firmly in Dylanâs lap.
âLock the doors and keep him safe,â he instructed with determination before jumping out of the car without further ado.
âHey-* Dylan tried to intervene but it was too late.
He watched as Kevan strode purposefully toward the commotion, âDamn it! Dylan muttered in frustration, Following Kevanâs instructions, he locked the car doors but remained uneasy.
âUncle Dylan, where did Daddy go?â Aster asked with a worried expression.
Dylan shifted his gaze away from Kevan, mustering a forced smile.
âWell⦠he is not feeling well and needs to use the neighborâs restroom.â
Hr concocted a poor excuse.
Aster responded with a simple âOnâ and lowered his head, obediently nestling in Dylanâs arms.
It was unclear whether he believed the excuse or not.
The sound of the knife striking the gate abruptly stopped.
âYouâve finally decided to show your face! You freeloading ingrate! Give me back my Edmund!â
Dylan trembled upon hearing the shout.
His anxious gaze darted toward the source of the commotion behind him.
But he couldnât make out any details.
He covered Asterâs ears with both hands, assuring him. âItâll be okay soon.â
However, this âsoonâ seemed to last much longer.
It continued until the shrill sound of police sirens drew closer.
Dylan grew increasingly restless.
He wanted to step out and investigate. But he restrained himself, he had his own mission to fulfill After more than ten minutes. Kevanâs silhouette reappeared in the rearview mirror.
Dylan quickly lowered the car window and asked, âWhatâs the situation?â
Kevan responded calmly, âEverythingâs fine.â
The walling sirens gradually faded into the distance.
Dylan maneuvered the car back to Kevanâs parentsâ house.
Maria was nowhere to be seenc presumably, the police had taken her away.
Kevan rang the doorbell A cautious voice from inside inquired, âWho is it?â
âItâs me, Kevan.â
The massive iron gale slowly opened on its own.
Through the car window, Kevan instructed Dylan, âGo park the car, I head in first.â
âWhat about Aster?â
As expected, there was a lavishly dressed but disheveled woman standing at the courtyard gale.
She was holding a gleaming kitchen knife.
It could be none other than Maria âOpen the gale!â Maria pounded on the heavy iron gate with her knile.
Her voice was strained as she shouted, âGive me back my Edmund!â
Aster, unfamiliar with such a situation, cowered in Kevanâs arms.
âDaddy, who is she?â he asked in a hushed tone.
Kevan whispered, âSheâs someone who isnât well.â
He gently shielded Asterâs eyes with his hand and offered comfort, âYou donât need to be scared, buddy. Iâm here.â
Dylan retrieved his phone and asked Kevan. âShould we call the police?â
Kevan nodded in agreement.
The three of them remained seated in the car.
They Estened to Mariaâs relentless stream of curses while patiently waiting for the police to arrive.
However, Dylanâs Land Rover drew too much attention.
Before long. Maria noticed the suddenly parked car. still running.
She clutched her kitchen knife as she approached.
Dylan made a swift decision.
He shifted gears and stepped on the gas pedal His car zoomed past her before she could discern who was inside the vehicle.
Maria didnât pursue them.
Dylan parked the car around the comer, ensuring it was out âThat display by Maria was quite unsettling.â he admitted.
line of sight.
His heart was stil pounding. It wasnât that he was afraid of her, but with a child in the car, he had to exercise caution.
The banging on the gate resumed, accompanied by Mariaâs continued verbal tirade.
âCome over and hold Aster,â Kevan instructed Dylan.
âHuh? What do you intend to do?â Dylan raised an eyebrow.
His senses were on high alert