Aggresive Wife

Aggresive Wife Chapter 155

Aggresive Wife Chapter 155

Aggresive Wife Chapter 155

“Noah, I’m sure you know how good of a doctor I am. Trust me when I say I’ll make sure Madeline gets better, alright?” Dylan tried his best to reassure Noah. “Whatever it is, Madeline is still alive and well right now. You still have plenty of time to make it up to her! If I’m being honest, I think Madeline still has feelings for you. If anything happened to you right now, she’ll be equally upset too. You don’t want her to be upset, do you?” Dylan coaxed his friend as he tried to get a feel of Noah’s racing pulse.

He was frightened, but he could not let it show in front of Noah. He could not let anything happen to Noah! Absolutely not! Wait, why was Noah’s hand becoming colder and colder? His eyes showed signs of losing consciousness as well.

“Noah, get up! Don’t fall asleep right now!” Noah’s voice was panicked. “Don’t you dare fall asleep on me!” he shouted as he shook Noah’s body vigorously, but Noah remained unresponsive. Andy rushed into the office with a defibrillator that he had obtained from the lab. Under the circumstances, he quickly placed it onto Noah’s chest and charged it up. Noah’s body jumped as Andy fired the defibrillator and the current ran through his heart.

Each second felt like an eternity as they waited for a response from Noah. Finally, after a full minute, Noah came back to life, inhaling a deep gulp of air. Dylan could finally breathe a sigh of relief, lying on the ground as the adrenaline wore off. He was truly frightened to death!

“Dylan, did you say… Madeline would be upset if I died?” Noah continued the conversation as if he did not just have a near-death incident.

“Of course! My Madeline is such a softie anyway!” Dylan said with confidence, hand over his heart. However, he felt something amiss as soon as the words left his mouth. He looked at Noah only to find him staring daggers at him. “I mean… YOUR Madeline!” he corrected himself.

Noah’s posture finally relaxed as he slowly fell asleep on the sofa. Dylan got up to get him a blanket before going back to look at the computer screen once more. He had to find a way to cure Madeline, or Noah would not make it either. However, he had to admit he had never seen anything like the type of drug Lone Wolf had administered into Madeline’s bloodstream. After making sure Noah was sleeping soundly, Dylan decided he would go to the lab and run another blood test.

As he waited anxiously for the results, he felt a strong urge to talk about Noah and Madeline to someone as a means of distraction. He found a nice spot by the lab entrance to squat down and send his ‘Little Brother’ a text message.

“Thomas, do you think Noah has feelings for your mother?” Noah texted.

“Based on my observation, it is most likely. But my douchebag dad has plenty of history, so we’ll have to wait and see.” Thomas replied.

“Do you know your father almost fainted just now because he was too worried about your mother?” Noah shared.

“What? Douchebag dad fainted? Where is he?” Noah responded. He had initially planned to go to the top floor to look for Dylan and Andy, but he got distracted by Dylan’s text messages. He was still seated on the bench outside of Madeline’s room when Dylan had informed him about his father. A wave of anxiousness washed over him.

“It happened in my office! I even have photos!” Andy joined their conversation, before forwarding two photos he had secretly taken of Noah. In the photos, Noah was visibly pale and weak as he laid on the sofa.

“Is Daddy okay?” Thomas texted back worriedly.

“He’s fine, don’t worry,” Andy reassured him through text. “But Thomas, what do you think of Noah now? Do you… like him?”

“Of course! He’s my Daddy! My Mommy’s hero!” Thomas responded right before he put his phone back into his pocket and rushed toward the elevator. Not two seconds later, he was standing outside Andy’s office on the top floor.

Noah was the only person in Andy’s office at the moment. Thomas rushed over to Noah’s side, his face etched with concern. He had never seen his father so pale and weak before. Thinking Noah was in pain, he tried to smoothen out the ridges on his forehead with his grubby little palms. Noah appeared to be asleep, but his mouth seemed to be mumbling something. Thomas brought himself closer to Noah, trying to catch his words.

“Madeline, it’s all… my fault… Can you forgive me…?” Noah mumbled in his sleep.

Did douchebag dad do something wrong to Mommy again? Thomas wondered as he heard Noah’s words. However, he could not help but feel sorry for him as he watched him lying alone and sickly on the sofa. Even in his dreams, he was still begging Madeline for forgiveness. He decided there and then he would help Noah!

He quickly hatched a plan and set it into motion. He opened the video function of his phone and used his creative editing skills to produce a short apology video. In the video, Noah was edited to look like he was full-on bawling as he asked Madeline to forgive him. Pleased with his final production, Thomas downloaded the video and forwarded it to his mother via Instagram.

He then quickly put his phone back into his pocket and helped to cover Noah with the blanket that had slipped off slightly. He found a little space next to Noah on the sofa and squeezed himself there, hoping to give his father some warmth since Noah’s body felt chilly.

Noah himself was caught in a nightmare. In his dream, he was losing Madeline, his children and everything else that mattered to him. He felt like he was drowning in a frigid version of hell, one where he never got the forgiveness he so desperately wanted. As he was helplessly drowning in an icy lake of despair, he felt a sudden warmth over his chest and someone calling out for him.

“Daddy! Daddy, wake up!” the voice became clearer with each second, pulling him away from his nightmare. He opened his eyes violently, visibly shaken, only to find himself lying on the sofa next to little Thomas. The color slowly returned to his face as he took stock of reality. Yes, Madeline was still alive. His children were still around. It was not too late to make amends.

The vice grip of death that had been plaguing his heart finally loosened as this realization sunk in. He finally felt alive once again, knowing that he could make things right. He reached out his hand to give his son a gentle ruffle on the head, just as Thomas’ phone pinged with a message. Noah did not want to be the type of father that snooped on his son’s messages, but he saw Madeline’s name pop up on the screen. Naturally, he wanted to know what Madeline had to say. He decided today was not the day to be an honorable father.

“Thomas, there’s a message from your mother,” he whispered, knowing Thomas would likely not stir from his sleep. “What’s that? You want me to help you read it? Alright then…” His conscience clear, Noah used Thomas’ little finger to unlock his phone screen.

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