The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia) novel Chapter 922

Crystal's POV:

I sat down on the sofa with Harry and Joanna. We talked about what had happened in the past few years until the topic finally came back to Arron.

"Our car broke down on the way and we called someone to repair it. We got bored while we waited, so we decided to take a walk in the roadside woods. That was when we saw a little boy being chased by two robbers. He fell down the hill by accident before Joanna and I could rush over and help him. Fortunately, the hill wasn't very high and there were only leaves on the ground where he landed. Otherwise, he might not have..." Harry trailed off and heaved a sigh of relief. I could tell that recalling what happened that time still terrified him.

"I saved the little boy because I felt bad for him. If I knew he was your son, I would've killed those robbers." He added as he furrowed his eyebrows. Just listening to his narration frightened me. If Arron hadn't met Harry and Joanna, he would've died.

"Thank you so much. Thanks to you two, Arron managed to survive," I said as I stood up and solemnly thanked them.

Joanna tried to make me sit back down in my seat. "Hey, don't say that. Harry will get mad. Even though we haven't seen or talked to each other in years, we're still friends, aren't we?"

Then, she winked at me, hinting for me to look at Harry.

Harry was glaring at me as he pouted. "You really don't treat us as your friends. Friends don't thank each other like that."

I burst into laughter upon noticing that Harry really was upset. "After I noticed that Arron was missing, I became so anxious, and I felt like my whole world was about to collapse. If it weren't for you and Joanna, I might not be able to sit here and talk to you guys like this."

"By the way..." I worriedly added. "Have you guys seen a little girl? She's the same age as Arron and looks similar to him. Her face is chubbier, though." "Wait... You have another child?" Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

I nodded. "I gave birth to twins—a boy and a girl. Arron is my son, and Beryl is his younger sister." "We hadn't seen any girl there. They probably got separated," Joanna said. This time, there was a hint of seriousness in her tone.