Aggresive Wife

Chapter 29

While dwelling on her emotions, Madeline picked her head up and realized the little guy was awake. She put the laptop aside and drew close.

“You’re up, Colt. Do you want some milk?” Raising the half-full chocolate milk in hand, Madeline tried to drive a hard sell.

Colton was on the mend and could take solids now, but Madeline did not have the faintest of his food preferences. She had to push him to eat and make guesswork through observation of his food intake.

It was challenging, to say the least.

Colton merely glanced at the drink in her hand before turning his head away with his eyes closed.

It was a blatant look of disdain.

“How about I heat you a nice glass of low-fat milk?”

Opening his eyes, the little man turned to her and gave a nod.

Aha. It appeared the little guy was not into kids’ stuff. Madeline seemed to have stumbled upon a breakthrough.

She immediately heated up a glass of milk and returned to the room to give it to Colt.

After drinking the milk, Colt stared at Madeline with something on his mind. Still, he buttoned his lip and appeared rather strained from keeping it all in.

Try as Madeline may in getting a word out of him, he refused to speak. All he did was fixate on Madeline’s phone.

Noticing his gaze, Madeline unlocked her phone and put it in his hand to find out what her darling son wanted to say once and for all.

Colton’s eyes shifted from Madeline to the phone. Finding himself in the mood, he tapped nimbly on the screen before returning the phone to Madeline.

Madeline took the phone, thinking he had typed something on it. However, the page left on the screen nearly saw her jaw drop.

Colt had tapped into yesterday’s interface for the stock exchange. The four hundred million dollars Madeline had invested in shares yesterday had tripled in value.

1.2 billion dollars? Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Since Madeline had braced herself to lose the four hundred million dollars, she did not bother to look when Albert bought the shares.

Yet now, she made a killing overnight.

Madeline was hot with emotions. Was her darling son the next king of Wall Street?

Jesus Christ. There could not be better news!

“Colt, can you read stock prices? How did you know the shares would go up?”

Unable to contain her excitement, Madeline grabbed Colton by the hand and asked.

Alas, young Colton might allow the handholding and express smug, but he refused to let out a peep.

Although he avoided Madeline’s questions by faking sleep, his tight grip on Madeline’s hand reflected his honest feelings.

Having spent some time with Colton, Madeline got a grasp of the child’s character. There was no prying information from him when he did not want to speak.

Nevertheless, Madeline believed her son would one day let her into his heart and tell her everything so long as she stayed by his side.

Albert made a hasty entrance and called Madeline out of the ward.

“Ms. Grant, the Grants have run into a funding disruption as you expected.”

“Well, the day has finally come.

“Where’s Angie now?”

“In the hospital.”

“Let’s go and congratulate her.”

…

The Quincies’ residence.

Holding his plushie, Thomas sipped on the chocolate milk given by the butler while slumping against the sofa and leisurely watching a live stream on the tablet.

Thrill was written all over his face.

Mommy’s the most beautiful thing, and the mean lady can suck it. Haha.

Thomas beamed, obliviously to the person sneaking into the room.

Before he knew it, Thomas was grabbed by the ankle and hung upside down.

“Who got me!” Thomas was not in the best of moods after his milk was knocked over following the ambush.

It took Thomas a few spins midair to finally get a good look at the perpetrator.

He did not get any good vibes from the middle-aged woman despite the latter’s religious skincare routine and thick makeup.

It was not someone Thomas knew.

“I see you grew a pair in the last few days, brat. Angie might go easy on you, but you don’t fool me. What did you do with the hundred million dollars? Hand over the money, or I’ll drop you right now!”

Suzette was here for Noah, but the latter was not around. Instead, she witnessed the brat watching her daughter being made a fool on video.

Hitting the roof, Suzette carried Thomas to the balcony.

From the crazy woman’s talk, Thomas gathered that the old lady was Angie’s mother.

Like mother, like daughter. Thomas was only a young boy, yet they both wanted his life.

Thomas’ head started to hurt from being dangled upside down.

As the breeze on the balcony howled against his skin, Thomas grew scared. He knew when to quit. “So you’re here to see me, Grandma. Are you looking for the gift Auntie Angie gave me? I know where it is. I’ll take you there.”

“Okay. I’ll buy you candy if you take me there.” It never occurred to Suzette that the kid was chilled and read her presence here as a visit. That was when Suzette saw her opportunity to manipulate the gullible child.

The boy probably suffered permanent damage to the head after falling off the cliff.

Although Thomas was put down, his head still hurt. Rubbing his head, he took tiny strides out of the bedroom.

Suzette followed close behind.

Delivering egg tarts fresh out of the oven, Mr. Charles the butler uttered from afar, “Colton, the egg tarts are ready. They’re chocolate flavored.”

“Mr. Charles…” With the butler fast approaching, Thomas keeled over and passed out.

It scared the sh*t out of Mr. Charles.

Tossing the egg tarts aside, he raced toward Thomas. “Colton! Colton! What’s wrong? Anyone? Call Dr. Dylan and inform Mr. Quincy!”

“What’s the matter with this child? He was fine a minute ago.” The brat’s sudden fainting fit took Suzette by surprise. By the time she snapped out of her shock and went to pick the boy up, the butler refused her help.

“Mrs. Grant, Colton is sick, and the place is in chaos at the moment. If you could excuse us.” The butler did not hide his discourtesy as he carried Thomas straight to the third floor.

Mr. Charles might not have proof, but Colton was fine eating and watching TV before Mrs. Grant came along.

Mrs. Grant went upstairs while he was not looking, and a few minutes later, Colton fell sick. Of course, Mr. Charles felt suspicious about it.

As a long-time employee at the residence, the butler had seen it all.

Colton grew up before Mr. Charles’ eyes. As if Colton’s childhood was not hard enough, the child met another terrible accident when he found his voice at last. The butler’s heart went out to the little kid!

Although Suzette resented the butler for giving her the snub, she knew she could not stick around since the butler appeared to suspect she had something to do with Colton’s sudden unconsciousness.

Never mind. I’ll ask for Noah’s help later.

Suzette thought to herself as she hurried out the door, only to run into Noah in company with a large group.