The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: The Three Little Ones’ Shared Birthday Raises Nathaniel’s Suspicions

Nathaniel Sloan raised an eyebrow. "Fortune-telling? What did you divine?"

Zachery: "..."

Zachery’s excited expression froze on his face.

’No, wait.’

’Shouldn’t the person outside be Uncle Kingston? Isn’t he Mommy’s one true love, our future daddy?!’

’Why did that scumbag dad just walk in? Where’s Uncle Kingston?!’

Mia was stunned too. She stared at Nathaniel Sloan with wide, clear eyes, as if in disbelief and denial.

After two seconds of shock, she suddenly let out a wail and threw herself into Estelle Lockwood’s arms. "Mommy, I’m so sorry! My art isn’t refined enough! SOB SOB SOB!"

Nathaniel Sloan narrowed his eyes, glanced around the room, and understood.

’...So, Mia is crying because the divination said I’m Yara Lockwood’s future husband?’

Nathaniel Sloan: "..."

’Am I really that repulsive?’

Christian, standing in the corner, pursed his lips. ’Dad, do you really have no idea how unlikable you can be?’

...

「A few days later」 Estelle Lockwood was discharged from the hospital.

Nathaniel Sloan had her move back into the room on the second floor.

At nine o’clock that night, she was about to wash up for bed when a cell phone suddenly started ringing in her room.

It wasn’t her ringtone.

Estelle Lockwood raised an eyebrow. She walked into the walk-in closet and discovered it was Nathaniel Sloan’s phone. He must have left it there when he helped her move her things.

She was about to have the butler come and get the phone, but then she glanced at the caller ID.

Noelle Lockwood...

Estelle Lockwood picked up the phone. As a thought crossed her mind, her eyes went cold. Then, her lips curved into a faint smile, and she answered the call.

Noelle Lockwood, on the other end of the line, probably hadn’t expected the call to be answered so quickly; there was a hint of pleasant surprise in her voice.

"Nathaniel, it was my fault the other day. I think Christian might have misunderstood me. I’ve been doing a lot of self-reflection, and since his birthday is coming up, I bought him a gift. Christian, he..."

"Oh, I’m so sorry, Nathaniel isn’t here right now~" Estelle Lockwood drawled, interrupting her after letting her talk for a good half-minute.

Noelle Lockwood froze. The moment she realized who had answered, her voice turned shrill. "Why do you have Nathaniel’s phone?!"

Estelle Lockwood nonchalantly twirled a strand of her hair. "Nathaniel’s in my room, taking a shower. So, of course, his phone is here with me."

"Yara Lockwood!! You’re shameless!"

Noelle Lockwood shrieked, seemingly unable to process it. Her face flushed with rage. "Give the phone back to Nathaniel!"

"Now, now, Miss Lockwood, don’t get so worked up. Nathaniel is just taking a shower in my room, that’s all. Nothing’s going on. You really mustn’t get the wrong idea."

Estelle Lockwood’s voice was all smiles. "It’s so late. If you need something, Miss Lockwood, perhaps you should try again tomorrow?"

Noelle Lockwood was trembling, her face crimson with rage, so furious she could barely hold her phone steady. "You shameless bitch..."

Estelle Lockwood just smiled.

’What right did Noelle Lockwood have to complain?’

A little over five years ago, when she had just found out she was pregnant, a thunderstorm had kept her awake, filling her with anxiety. Mustering her courage, she had called Nathaniel Sloan.

However, the person who answered was Noelle Lockwood.

Noelle Lockwood’s cloyingly sweet voice had answered: "Sister, it’s so late. Do you need something from my brother-in-law? Even if it’s important, it can wait until tomorrow. He’s about to go to sleep."

"What? Where is he...? Oh, he’s taking a shower at my place. He really didn’t mean to ignore your call."

"Sister... can you please stop being so unreasonable? What could possibly be going on between us? He was just tired tonight and didn’t feel like going back to Imperial Crest, so he’s resting here, that’s all."

"We’re family. So what if we’re in the same apartment? Sister, if you keep making a fuss like this, you’ll just make him angry."

"Okay, Sister, I can’t talk anymore. He’s out of the shower. We’re going to bed now."

...

The memories came flooding back.

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