Aggressive Wife

Chapter 38

Thomas lay weakly on the small bed, allowing Dylan to give him an allergy IV drip.

His little mind grew increasingly foggy until he unintentionally nodded off.

When Noah walked in, Thomas was lying on the bed, receiving an IV drip and looking pitiful.

Instantly becoming anxious, he hastily strode over.

"What's the matter? How did you get a fever all of a sudden?"

"Noah, don't panic just yet. I know why, but I don't think the situation is that straightforward. Someone exposed Colt to ginger."

"What?" Noah's icy face couldn't hide the shock in his eyes.

Someone gave his son ginger right under his nose?

Someone had a death wish!

"You heard me right. I think you should conduct a thorough investigation into the situation. Colt has had a ginger allergy since he was a child. The entire Quincy family knows it, including the lady who sweeps the yard. Colt is like this now because of his ginger allergy!"

Dylan was rarely that serious. He'd been watching Colt grow little by little over the last few years. He was the one who handled the child's various medical issues. His bond with him was even stronger than that with his own child. It was professionalism at its finest!

Someone actually had the gall to mess with him. He was extremely displeased!

"I'll look into it. Take good care of Colt. Please notify me as soon as he wakes up!"

"Okay. Colt was thinking about you before falling asleep, most likely because he was uncomfortable and wanted you to be with him." Dylan's uninhibited words overwhelmed Noah.

It wasn't until Colt was a little over a year old that he first realized he was allergic.

The little tyke had only recently begun to eat table food when he developed a fever.

He was shocked, constantly worried, and extremely restless.

Angie was always by his side, as well as Colt's.

He was grateful to her at the time and felt Colt could grow up safely in her presence.

However, it appeared that Colt no longer liked Angie and was even afraid of her. Colt also had suffered from allergic reactions several times in the previous two years.

How did he get here?

Whenever Colt experienced an allergic reaction, he would develop a fever, sore throat, and discomfort all over his body.

It was heartbreaking and pitiful. When he had an allergic reaction, his face would turn pale.

However, he only made arrangements for Angie, who Colt feared and dreaded, to be by his side. Every time Angie told him that Colt was okay, that he was already asleep, and that he shouldn't bother him, he felt relieved.

Noah couldn't imagine how sad Colt was at the time, still unable to speak, and how much he had to bear silently.

He was simply too careless as his father!

He felt as though even breathing was painful as the guilt and self-blame that flooded his heart overcame him.

Mr. Charles received an internal phone call and dashed into the living room to meet Noah.

"Mr. Charles, do you realize that ginger has recently appeared at home?"

"Ginger? How is this even possible? Ginger is not allowed in the Quincy household because Colton is allergic to it! Ah, sir, are you saying that Colton's allergy is why he has a fever?"

Mr. Charles became nervous as soon as he realized what Noah meant.

Colton was the most treasured member of the Quincy family. Who would dare to mess with him?

"Yes. As such, Mr. Charles, please investigate how Colt came into contact with ginger and who brought ginger to this house. I want results within an hour."

"Sir, don't worry. I'll look into it right away. I'm afraid the end is near for whoever dared to mess with Colton in the house!" Mr. Charles was enraged. He left Noah and immediately dispatched some people to look into the matter.

Noah uncrossed his legs and stood up, ready to visit Colt in his room.

Wayne had just rushed back from outside. "Sir, the car on Clearwater Lane has been checked, and it appears that someone tampered with it, resulting in the explosion. The situation on the scene is tragic, but according to the most recent news, there were no casualties, which means..."

"That woman got away?" Noah unwittingly blurted out the conclusion. He knitted his brow, deep in thought.

"Yes, given the circumstances at the time, it was perilous. That woman had to be extremely lucky or have received some kind of professional training. Otherwise, a normal person would be unable to escape unscathed at such a critical juncture!" Wayne continued to provide a thorough analysis of the situation.

The more Noah listened, the more convinced he became that the woman was Madeline.

"Where is Madeline?"

"I believe in the hospital."

"Oh? Injured?" What a coincidence.

There was an undiscernible hazy look in Noah's eyes.

"Sir, I'm not sure. Are you suspecting that the woman might be Madeline?"

"Go find Madeline's whereabouts tonight and figure out who wants her dead."

"Sir, you intend to help her?"

"Wayne."

"I'm here, sir."

"You've got a lot to say today."

"Oh, I still have work to do. I'm off now!"

Wayne appeared to flee when he sensed danger in the air!

Noah went upstairs to Colton's room after Wayne left.

When he got to the door, he noticed Mr. Charles nervously holding a small yellow duck toy.

When Mr. Charles saw Noah, he immediately approached him and reported, "Sir, I've found it. It appears to have a gingery scent to it?"

"Where did this come from?" He recalled Colt's recent fondness for a Baymax plushie.

That’s right. Since Colt loved it and even completed his homework, he had a set of Baymax toys specially ordered, which he intended to give to Colt as a gift.

He had never seen this little yellow duck before.

"Mrs. Grant dispatched someone this afternoon to deliver the duck. She claimed that she had scared Colt the last time, so she got him a gift, but I inspected it thoroughly and found no gingery scent on it. How could this have happened?"

Mr. Charles was annoyed with himself for making that mistake.

That was the second time Colton had been harmed while in his care and in his own home. Someone had plotted against Colton twice now!

For all the years he had worked as a butler, he had never made such a mistake. That was an absolute disgrace!

Noah took the little yellow duck and sniffed it. He then ripped a hole in the back of the little yellow duck.

A small paper bag about the size of a silver coin dropped out.

Mr. Charles rushed to get it and discovered that it contained ginger powder! Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

It appeared to have passed through the water, leaving only a tiny amount of residue.

"The ginger powder was actually concealed within the toy! That is heinous! It's all my fault, sir. I should have given it a closer look. My carelessness made it possible for those with bad intentions to profit from it."

"This is a clever trick. When the little yellow duck is not placed in water, it emits no scent. When the little yellow duck is submerged in water, the ginger powder dissolves, seeps out of the densely packed holes, and spreads to the person who comes into contact with it."

Noah's face grew increasingly ugly as he spoke.

Mrs. Grant never stopped surprising him!

Why though? Colt is also the Grant family's grandson. How could she possibly have done it?

It was the same with Madeline back then, and it is the same with Colt now. There is no family affection, but what is the reason for all of this?

"Mr. Charles, please deliver a message to the Grants. Please send Mrs. Grant an invitation to Colt's birthday celebration, which will take place in three days."

"Yes, sir."

"Since Mrs. Grant likes this packet of ginger powder, I'll let her have it."