Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 839

By the time Boyle read Cherie's text and just as he was about to reply, his phone rang.

The caller I.D. showed it was from his hometown.

Boyle picked up the call, "Hello, mom."

Sonia sounded a little frantic through the phone as she said, "Hey Boyle, don't come home for the new year holidays this year."

Boyle frowned as he said, "What's the matter, mom? I've already booked the ticket home the day after tomorrow though."

"Inspector Chase called me earlier and he said that your father has been released from prison two days ago. Boyle, it's been eight years now and this time I won't ever allow him to harm us ever again, so don't come home and make sure he doesn't find you."

Boyle's heart thumped as he calmly said, "Alright, but he's in North City so why don't you come over to the capital instead, mom."

"We've moved away eight years ago and besides, Chester is so rural and far. He won't be able to find me. You on the other hand, well, I'm worried that he might come find you in school. You need to be careful, Boyle."

After some small talk with his mother, Boyle hung up the call. He stood frozen on the spot for a really long time.

He had been released after eight years.

However, he was no longer the same little boy he once was nor was his mother as weak as she once was. Hence, their new life would not be over just because of that man being released from prison.

A cold sinister glint flashed across Boyle's eyes while his fingertips turned pale from clutching his phone tightly.

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After Hanson took the train to the capital, he took out some worn and old newspaper clippings from his tattered bag and began flattening out the folds of the newspaper.

The young man in the newspaper clipping was wearing a white shirt with a tie and a pair of jeans. He was also standing in a courtroom while his expression seemed calm. His face looked extremely handsome.

The news report was recent. It was about Boyle's recent win back then during the rape trial. He was famous in an instant.

"Hmph, not bad little brat."

At the bottom of Boyle's smiling picture in the news clipping was Boyle's contact information through his law firm. It read, 'Ernest Law Firm.' Hanson was grinning when he read that.

"Not bad kiddo, a law firm of your own now."

Hanson got out of the train station and entered a cab.

In the cab, he took out a really old phone and called the law firm according to the number on the news clipping.

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While Boyle was meeting a client in his law firm, the phone started ringing at the front desk.

"Hello, Ernest Law Firm, how can I help you?"

Since they had not seen each other for eight years on top of Boyle's voice sounding much deeper, Hanson did not immediately recognize Boyle's voice.

Hanson said, "I want to meet your prime lawyer, Boyle. Tell him to answer the call."

Boyle was stunned for a moment when he heard that rude and arrogant voice through the phone. Even if they were apart for eight years, he knew instantly for a fact that voice belonged to Hanson.

Boyle's eyes turned sharp as he asked, "What do you want with Lawyer Boyle?"

Hanson started cackling out loud through the phone. His laugh sounded very mockingly shameless as he said, "I am Lawyer Boyle's father. Of course I need him to pay for my living expenses! Have him answer the call right now!"

Boyle's gaze grew increasingly menacing as he coldly exclaimed, "Are you even worthy for him to talk to you?"

Hanson was stunned for a moment as he realized the person on the phone was none other than his son.

He scoffed coldly and said, "It doesn't matter if I'm worthy or not, I'm still his father. He won't be able to escape me in his entire lifetime. He is obligated to pay for my living. He won't be able to escape his responsibilities even if he chose to bring me to court."

His situation was just like a curse.