Chapter 748
Gideon’s face was as pale as a sheet, his breathing rapid and shallow,
“I saw it clear as day, a little black snake, definitely venomous! We need to search, get everyone to search!” Gideon couldn’t bring himself to sleep anymore, so he summoned a bunch of servants to hunt for the snake. Unsure if the snake was still lurking in his bed, he had his confidante help him into his wheelchair.
Then, the chaos ensued!
No sooner had he settled down than the room erupted with the sound of a DJ’s rap, “Yo, yo, check this out p>
Everyone: p>
The next second, Gideon’s electric wheelchair seemed to take on a life of its own, moving rhythmically forward, backward, left, and right along with the beat of the music!
It was like it was dancing!
Gideon clung to the armrests, his pupils dilated,
“What’s happening? Help me out of here p>
Just as people rushed to assist, the wheelchair began spinning in place at breakneck speed, making it impossible for anyone to intervene! After spinning wildly for a bit, it abruptly stopped, nearly catapulting Gideon out!
Now dizzy and disoriented, Gideon’s attempt to get help was cut short as the wheelchair took off again, crashing into things inside the house! After a cacophony of crashes and bangs, the wheelchair, with Gideon still in it, burst out of the mansion!
It careened down the mountain road!
Gideon and his servants were terrified!
After all, Gideon was over seventy years old, a senior citizen speeding down a mountain road in a wheelchair late at night… Thrilling, but terrifying!
Gideon screamed as he hurtled down the mountain in the out-of-control wheelchair.
His servants chased after, yelling, “Sir, Sir p>
Evan, hidden in the shadows, was thrilled beyond belief. Turning to White, coiled around his wrist and looking up at him, he said,
“He’s way more fun, isn’t he? Far more than anyone else. Honestly, he should be thanking me. At his age, to experience such excitement? Only I could give him such a thrill p>
After his fun with Gideon, Evan racked his brain to remember who else had been loud or talkative that day p>
But he couldn’t quite decide. There were a few he recalled, but none he really knew.
So, in the spirit of fairness, he joyfully went after the Bradford family for a bit of fun.
He played until the wee hours before heading back to the hospital.
Coincidentally, Tarquin had just returned as well!
Elysia was in the bathroom, and after checking on Elliot, Tarquin pushed open the guest room door to check on Evan, Emmett, and Elijah. Just then, he saw Evan, who had just returned from his escapade, standing by the window, about to jump in.
Father and son locked eyes, a silent standoff.
“What’s going on? Haven’t they fallen asleep yet?” Elysia emerged from the bathroom, curious about Tarquin’s stationary figure by the door. Hearing his mother’s voice, Evan panicked, his heart racing, frozen in place.
He had snuck out, afraid of his mother’s reaction.
As Elysia approached, Tarquin turned and said,
“No, just felt a bit thirsty p>
“Thirsty? I’ll get you a glass of water,” Elysia said, not thinking much of it, and headed to the kitchen.
Tarquin then narrowed his eyes at Evan.
Evan climbed through the window, cautious under Tarquin’s gaze.
After a few seconds of silent communication, Tarquin lowered his voice, “Go wash up and get to bed p>
With that, he turned and left.
Evan: p>
What did he mean?
Why didn’t he ask anything?
And he didn’t snitch or expose him; he even covered for him!