CHAPTER 582 - WHO HIT MY CHILDREN?
Noah had carried the woman in the room and laid her down on the sofa. He left just in time to see
Thomas pushing someone down the stairs. âThomas! Look at what youâve done!â
He was about to teach Thomas a lesson, but was stopped by Albert.
âOut of my way!â Noah barked angrily.
Albert was expressionless. He walked over to Thomas and Mackenzie and carried them in each hand,
then said to Noah, âIâll be taking them home now.â
The word âhomeâ struck deeply into Noahâs heart, and he instantly felt a surge of anger.
âThis is their home. Where do you think youâre taking them to?â he said curtly.
Albert mocked, âHome? In what childâs home were they hunted like animals? What sort of child would
have a father that would lock them in their rooms without reason? I am sure that Ms. Madeline didnât
bring the two children back here only to have them mistreated like this!â
âThey are my children. You have no right to take them away!â Noah stepped forward, wanting to snatch
Thomas and Madeline away from Albertâs grasp.
However, Colton had pulled tightly on the corner of his shirt. Bawling his face out, he cried, âDaddy,
youâve gone too far!â
Noahâs heart sank. He looked back at Thomas and Mackenzie. The two had streaks of tears running
down their faces, as they looked at their father with disappointment.
âUncle Albert, I want to go home,â Mackenzie wrapped around Albertâs neck and buried her face into
his shoulder as she cried softly.
Seeing his daughterâs trembling shoulders, Noah finally came to his senses.
âWhat have I done?â he thought.
Noah could feel a surging pain in his head as the anger welled inside him with no way of coming out. It
felt like he would snap with even the slightest annoyance.
Had he not had a strong sense of self-control, he would likely have hit Thomas with an even heavier
hand.
âDid I just hit Thomas?â Noah looked at his hand, as his thoughts were in disarray.
âZeke, Iâm sorry for scaring you. Itâs getting late. Why donât you go to your room and rest?â Noah tried
to comfort his daughter as he always did.
However, the second he took a step forward, Mackenzieâs body would jerk. Frightened, she buried
herself into Albertâs embrace.
âMr. Quincy, if you would excuse us.â Albert said as he left holding the two children. Before he had
gone, he turned around to look at Colton. The boyâs head was down and his eyes were closed. Albert
didnât know what was going on in his mind, but seeing as he was holding tightly onto Noahâs shirt, he
didnât say anything more and went on his way.
Noah had wanted to stop them. He had wanted to give Albert a good beating then take the kids back,
lock them in their room and never let them go anywhere else. However, his mind was telling him that
would be a bad idea.
If he were to do that, the children would likely leave him forever.
Thus, Albert was able to drive off from the Quincy family villa as everyone else watched.
As Colton let go of Noahâs shirt, the latter shook his head, wanting to dispel the thoughts that had taken
root. He then knelt down to comfort Colton, as well as ask him what was going on.
However, before he could do that, a womanâs cry resounded from the room.
Noah immediately got up and rushed inside, closing the door along the way.
Watching his father shut the door behind him, Colton silently returned to his own room and locked it
shut.
Meanwhile, Mackenzie and Thomas were in the car. The air around them was gloomy, especially
Mackenzie. She had always been Noahâs precious little girl and was always showered with words of
praise and affection.
But now? She concluded that if she had kicked that woman like Thomas did, her father would smack
her too.
âMen are all pigs. I donât want this Daddy anymore. Iâm not going to cry for a Daddy like this.â
âUncle Albert, please take us to the hospital. We want to see Mommy.â Mackenzie pleaded.
Feeling sorry for the children, Albert nodded.
âUncle Albert, help us buy tickets to Uranica too. I donât want to stay here anymore!â Thomas struggled
to speak as he wiped away the tears.
âMr. Quinn is still sick. Even if you want to go back, you should at least wait for him to get better,â Albert
sensed something was amiss with Noah that night. It didnât seem like he was acting as he normally
would.
Normally when Thomas made a blunder, Madeline would be the one to punish him, while Noah had
always played the role of a consoling parent.
âThen weâll go back once godfather gets better. The Godfather is a good person, much better than that
man!â Mackenzie was absolutely fuming and wouldnât even call Noah Daddy at this point, simply
referring to him as âthat manâ.
Albert laughed weakly. Children had such innocent minds, after all. Anything they liked or disliked, they
would show it through their words and expressions.
He was planning to give Mackenzie and Thomas an advice or two, but he soon remembered that Ciara
had wanted him to come up with a plan to take Madeline back to Uranica. Ultimately, he decided that it
was best he kept quiet.
Half an hour passed, and Thomas and Mackenzie were now outside of Xanderâs hospital room.
Madeline was nodding off as she lay against the headboard. In her foggy consciousness, she noticed
Mackenzie and Thomasâs tiny faces plastered on the glass wall and thought that she must be
dreaming.
She assumed that the children had appeared in her dreams because of her overwhelming guilt.
However, she quickly came to when she saw the door being opened, as she noticed that both
Mackenzie and Thomas were crying. Thomas was quick to get into trouble and would often cry after
being punished, but Mackenzie wasnât one that was prone to tears easily, especially not crying the way
she did like she had suffered some kind of harrowing ordeal.
âMommy! Letâs go back to Uranica!â The children pleaded as they dove into Madelineâs embrace.
Madeline held them affectionately as she checked if they were hurt. When she touched Thomasâs butt,
she heard him make a deep gasp.
Her heart instantly sank. She quickly brought Thomas to the toilet and took off his pants. Seeing the
bruise on his bottom, her expression turned cold, âWhat happened?â
âMommy, Zeke got hurt at the waist too,â Thomas remembered the servant that had forcibly pulled on
Mackenzie. That was definitely going to leave a bruise.
Madeline soon brought Mackenzie into the washroom too. Her face paled even further when she saw
the bruise on Mackenzieâs waist.
She went outside and asked Albert, âWhat happened?â
Albert massaged his temples helplessly and answered, âLet Thomas explain the whole thing to you. Iâm
not too clear on the specifics either.â
However, Thomas was completely bawling his face out on Madelineâs thigh and was in no condition to
speak.
Not to mention, the children were extremely tired. The fatigue was apparent on their faces.
Suppressing her rage, Madeline took her children to a hotel nearby the hospital and checked into one
of the rooms. As she bathed the two, she saw the wounds on their bodies again and felt another pang
of sadness and anger.
After putting the two children to bed, Madeline gave Noah a call.
As though he had been waiting by the phone the entire time, Noah instantly picked up her call the
moment it rang.
At the moment, he was standing on the balcony, having braved the cold wind for over an hour and
regained much of his clarity.
âIs Colt there with you?â When Thomas spoke of returning to Uranica, Madeline guessed that Noah
might have had something to do with it. Otherwise, Albert wouldnât have been so tight-lipped about it
either.
âYeah,â Noah felt like there was a lump in his throat, and he couldnât think of what else to say.
âWho was the one who hit my kids?â Madelineâs every word was brimming with a deathly chill.