After I left Alpha father and son went crazy with regret

Chapter 92

Nora blinked.

Arnold raised an eyebrow.

The housekeeper looked away. pretending not to hear.

For a long moment, Alex simply stood there, frozen in shock.

Then, with a tic huff, he stomped his foot. “This is so unfair!”

Nora sighed, pressing her fingers against her temple. “Alex, it wasn’t-"

“No! You went camping! Without! Me!” He repeated, emphasizing each word like a tic declaration.

Alex dragged his backpack along the floor, gripping the worn straps tightly.

With a grunt, he jumped off the couch and bolted upstairs, his small feet thudding against the wooden steps.

His frustration was palpable, radiating in the way he stomped with every step.

Nora frowned, watching him go.

She parted her lips, deliberate slowness.

y to call after him, but before she could, Arnold lowered his newspaper with

His voice was faint, almost casual.

“Alex, cback.”

There was no anger in his tone, no sharp reprimand-just a simple, quiet command.

Alex stopped immediately. His breath caught in his throat.

For a moment, he stood there, unmoving, gripping the strap of his bag so tightly his knuckles turned

white.

Then, hesitantly, he turned around and shuffled back, dragging his book bag behind him like a weight too

heavy to bear.

Stopping in front of Nora, he kept his eyes downcast. His voice was small, hesitant.

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Takewith you next time, okay?”

It was an olive branch, a child's way of offering peace.

Nora softened. She reached out, brushing his tousled hair. “I'll try, sweetheart. Next time, | promise.”

Alex nodded slightly, though a shadow of doubt remained in his eyes. The sharp ring of the house phone cut

through the quiet moment.

Grandmother Lancelot was calling.

The Lancelot Manor loomed ahead, its grand structure as imposing as ever. Inside, the scent of polished wood

and aged books filled the air.

Grandmother Lancelot sat in her usual chair, regal despite her age. Her sharp gaze landed on Nora as soon as

she stepped in.

“Where is Arnold?”

“Work,” Nora answered simply. “He couldn’t make it.”

A flicker of disapproval crossed the old woman's face. “Work,” she echoed, shaking her head. “As always.”

Nora didn’t respond. There was nothing to say. Arnold made his own choices.

Nora was about to change the subject when she sneezed.

Twice.

She felt a pain coming from her temples and a slight rise in temperature on her forehead.

“Are you alright? m

old woman asked worriedly.

“Just a little cold.” Nora forced a smile, “I went camping a couple days ago, | might be a little cold, no big

deal.”

The words had barely left her lips when her phone buzzed. A message from Clara.

*#+| was at the mall, and guess what | saw? Arnold and Linda were having dinner together! It was just too

much!**

Nora stared at the screen. Her fingers tightened around the phone, her knuckles blanching.

She didn’t reply. There was no need to.

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Her body, already exhausted, seemed to take the news as permission to collapse. The aching in her limbs. grew

heavier. The burning in her throat sharpened. An unbearable fatigue settled over her.

That night, fever consumed her.

She drifted in and out of consciousness, her dreams a tangled mess of past and present. Laughter echoed.

Familiar voices whispered. Tblurred.

When she finally awoke, her surroundings were unfamiliar.

Her breath hitched. The dark wooden furniture, the faint scent of aftershave-this was Arnold's room.

She turned her head slightly, feeling sluggish and weak. Arnold sat nearby, his laptop open. The glow of the

screen illuminated his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his features.

Noticing her stir, he shut the laptop and stood, his movements smooth, controlled. Without a word, he poured a

glass of water and extended it toward her.

Nora hesitated. She didn’t want to accept anything from him. And yet, her throat was parched, her body weak.

She took the glass.

The cool liquid soothed her burning throat. She drank slowly, then placed the empty glass on the nightstand.

Arnold said nothing. He picked up a magazine from the table and idly flipped through it.

Nora barely paid attention-until she saw the headline.

**Starline Studios: An Exclusive Look Inside. **

Her stomach twisted.

“Stop reading that,” she muttered, voice hoarse.

Arnold glanced at her but didn’t set it down. Instead, he asked, “Were you the one being interviewed here?”

Nora hesitated. Then, in a barely audible voice, she answered, “Yes.”

A pause. Then, to her surprise, Arnold's lips curled slightly.

“You answered well,” he said. “Your words were thoughtful.”

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His unexpected praise stunned her. For a moment, she forgot to breathe. He had never acknowledged her work

before-not like this.

Silence stretched between them. A silence filled with unspoken things.

Then, a thought surfaced. One that had been lingering for months.

Three months had passed since she had relinquished everything-her property, even custody of Alex-in the

divorce settlement. She had expected Arnold to finalize it quickly. And yet, nothing had happened.

Why?

Her fingers curled into the sheets. The fever still clung to her, but her mind sharpened with determination.

She turned to him, voice quiet but firm.

Her fingers curled into the sheets. The fever still clung to her, but her mind sharpened with determination.

She turned to him, voice quiet but firm.

“Arnold...”