Chapter 669 You’re Harming Her Too

Joseph picked up his suit jacket from the floor and made his way toward the exit. Noah raised an

eyebrow in perplexion as he was unsure of Joseph's intentions.

As Joseph reached the doorway, he paused and turned to face Noah. "You're not so different from

me."

"What do you mean?" Noah asked.

"In the name of doing good for her, you're causing harm as well," Joseph replied.

Noah furrowed his brows. He was about to test Joseph and see if he had learned anything, but

Joseph left before he had the chance.

Joseph sat in his car until the early hours of dawn. As the sun rose, the first ray of morning light

pierced through the hazy clouds, brightening the world. He was not certain of Chloe's fate, but he

held onto the hope that she was still alive.

*

Joseph's car remained parked outside the Sullivan estate, and the butler informed Noah about the

situation. "Mr. Joseph just sat in his car all night and left after sunrise."

"Sunrise?"

Noah gazed toward the sky where the sun had reached halfway up its daily path. All the living

things below seemed to eagerly await its touch as if it were their unwavering source of hope. At this

moment, Noah understood Joseph's thoughts. If Chloe was alive, she would always look forward to

the next day's sun. And he was willing to step back for now, allowing her the time to heal her

wounds.

*

After leaving the Sullivan estate, Joseph returned to his usual self. Besides pouring all his time into

work, nothing else changed. This situation left Lucas, who already had limited personal time, in a

difficult position. He now found himself busier than ever. In the quiet of the night, he often yearned

to share his troubles with someone.

Thinking of Emily, he called her, only to receive a mechanical voice response. Lucas strongly

suspected that Emily had blocked him because of Joseph, and the frustration weighed heavily on

him. After several more unsuccessful attempts, he decided to stop trying and decided to cut off

contact with her.

*

Five years later, Chloe stepped out of Docwood Airport. Noah smiled upon seeing her. He took her

luggage from her hands and said, "Let's go. The car’s nearby."

In the car, Chloe removed her sunglasses and closed her eyes. Noah understood that she must be

exhausted after several hours on the plane, so he did not disturb her.

The busy streets buzzed with life and excitement, and a massive screen adorning the front of a

towering skyscraper showcased a picture of a young boy. Beneath the image was a long banner

that read, "Happy fifth birthday, my son. I will always love you, Mom."

Noah was stunned when he saw the boy. He instinctively looked toward Chloe, who had already

opened her eyes and noticed the picture as well. Despite his tender age, the boy's features were

surprisingly striking. His eyes were like stars, and his face had a refined elegance akin to that of a

little prince. He exuded a mature temperament that belied his years.

Chloe suddenly felt a pang in her heart as a sense of familiarity surged through her.

"That boy…"

"That’s Jasper Whitman, Xavia and Joseph's son.”

Noah had matured considerably over the years, and the youthful exuberance that once adorned his

face had given way to a more refined demeanor. Wrapped in a beige overcoat and a gray

checkered scarf, he exuded an air of scholarly elegance.

Chloe was momentarily dazed. She then composed herself and said, "If my child were still alive,

he’d be around the same age."

"Yeah… Life sure is unpredictable," Noah replied calmly, "Joseph invited the Sullivans to his son's

birthday party. Do you want to go? I'll accompany you."

"No, I would like to see Grandpa first," Chloe declined.