Chapter 137
“What’s this?” Miranda eyed the stack of documents Elian had just placed in front of her.
She’d just dropped by to check on Elian’s injury. She was barely through the door, and he’d already had someone set the papers down before her.
“You’ll know once you take a look,” Elian replied, a smile playing on his lips.
He usually had his hair slicked back, but today his bangs hung loose, soft and smooth. He looked a little more gentle than his usual edgy self, like a big, tail–wagging shepherd.
Miranda picked up the stack, clearly puzzled. Just then, she noticed Elian was undressing. “What are you doing?”
Elian was halfway through taking off his shirt, revealing his abdomen, his V–line abs conspicuous.
Elian gave her an innocent look. “Taking off my clothes, how else are you going to check my injury then?”
Miranda spared him a glance before turning her attention back to the documents. As she skimmed through, her eyes narrowed.
The papers detailed years of incidents involving Dorian and Arabella. Maximus had been investigating, but Elian’s files were far more comprehensive than his.
They chronicled numerous misdeeds tied to Arabella, along with the illegal and unethical deeds the four Hawke brothers had committed, like the mysterious disappearances or expulsions of anyone who crossed her path even since Arabella started school.
There were accounts of Arabella bullying classmates, even driving one to despair–induced suicide, with the parents coming to her for an explanation yet the Hawke brothers paying them off to keep quiet. And the Cathy case, revealing more connections and crimes involving the Hawke family.
In fact, Maximus had been looked into these cases, yet Elian’s documents appeared more exhaustive. He even got the statement from the police files.
“How long have you known?” Miranda asked, setting the documents aside. Her question was about herself
being the scapegoat.
While at the moment, Elian’s shirt was off, and she couldn’t help but notice his bare torso. She frowned slightly. Elian smiled, leaning abruptly close to Miranda, and his whole body pounced forward, stopping just inches from her face with his hands supported by the sofa. His heated breath brushed pass her nose; a dangerous wild air engulfed her.
“Since the first time I met you,” Elian’s lips curled, his voice seemingly suppressed an emotion as he bored into Miranda. “After all, you’ve claimed me being your ‘son‘, haven’t you?”
‘But no sooner had he spoken than he winced, a look of discomfort crossing his face. His whole body seemed to lock up, unable to move an inch.
Eyes narrowed, Elian noticed a small silver needle protruding from his wrist out of nowhere, her expression deepening.
With a casual flick of her hand, Miranda pushed him back onto the couch and stood up smoothly.
“Talking is fine, but no need for the theatrics.”
She looked at Elian, now slumped and powerless on the couch, her eyebrow slightly moving. He seemed oddly compliant, almost docile.
She couldn’t resist a mischievous smirk. “Be good, and call me ‘Dad‘, and I’ll take that needle out.”
Brows furrowed tightly, Elian stared at her, his gaze tinged with grievance, his lips pressed into a stubborn line,
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looking for all the world like a man unwilling to surrender, which aroused her devilish nature.
Miranda bent down and playfully scratched his chin as if he were a pupp
