My Dreamy Old Husband novel Chapter 482

Natasha added hastily, “Mr. Morgan, you should open the door first to let grandma in—she is truly Taylor’s grandmother! Even if you don’t recognize her, don’t you recognize me? I am Natasha!”

Mr. Morgan seemed embarrassed when he answered her, “I’m so sorry, Miss Natasha, but I’m just a servant. I’m not quite sure about the Young Master’s family matters. However, the Young Master isn’t around, and the rule is that we do not accept guests without him. I’m sorry.”

Old Madam Murray was fuming, and she started shaking the metal grill like a mad person. “You had better phone Taylor to come back. Tell him that his grandmother is here! I want him to come home to meet me immediately, and I demand that he brings along that woman of his!”

Mr. Morgan continued frowning. “Young Master has some important matters to attend to outside… Ah! Little Master is around. Let me ask him for advice!”

Natasha pricked up at that.

Taylor seemed to have mentioned that he had a son. Is this the son he was referring to?

Soon, Mr. Morgan showed up again with a 5 to 6 years old dirty little boy, who was carrying a dog.

“Are you Taylor and that woman’s son?”

Old Madam Murray glanced at Nathan, who was standing in front of her. He does resemble Taylor, but he isn’t a true Murray descendent. Besides, he is that woman’s son, and so I am just not fond of him. In fact, he emits an repulsive aura that I find disgusting.

“Where’s your father? Phone him and get him to get back!” Old Madam Murray instructed him with a demanding tone.

“My father is dead,” Nathan answered eerily. After playing with the puppy in the garden’s mud, he was covered with filth.

“What a brute! What kind of a child would curse their own parent?!” Old Madam Murray stomped her feet in anger, and she continued banging against the metal door. Her eyes were bloodshot when she shouted, “Open the door for me! Just you wait; I’ll teach you a lesson!”

Natasha knew that this was a good opportunity to find out about Eddie Fletcher’s identity. Therefore, she consoled Old Madam Murray while asking Nathan in a gentle tone, “Little boy, where is your mother? Tell me who and where your mother is; we have something to discuss with her.”

Nathan regarded her coldly, and he answered her with an icy tone, “My mom is dead as well; stop asking.”

It seems like it’s impossible to trick this child too.

Natasha continued luring him patiently, “Little boy, that joke isn’t funny at all. Quick, tell me where your father and mother is…”

Nathan was still wearing a cold and distant expression while ignoring Natasha’s question. After that, he spoke to Mr. Morgan, “Fire up the highest security system. Unrelated personnel are not allowed entry. Call the police if anybody has the audacity to barge in!”

Mr. Morgan nodded respectfully to Nathan in response.

When Madam is at home, Little Master is like an unfocused little boy who can’t be independent. However, whenever Madam isn’t around, he would immediately assume the role of a cold, cruel, and domineering young director.

I wonder if it’s my imagination, but I have a feeling that, after training for some time in the Fletcher Family, Little Master’s aura and temperament have become even more ruthless.

Nathan continued playing with the dog in the garden, whereas Mr. Morgan fired up the highest level of the security system. Suddenly, a metal door emerged from the ground and blocked behind the existing metal grill. Simultaneously, the courtyard walls around The Imperial’s Villa No.8 increased dozens of feet in height.