Chapter 8: Telepathy
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Brielle whispered beside his ear, “I’m sorry… Aaron…”
Aaron opened his little mouth to speak but hesitated. He really wanted to ask: Did his daddy really not like him – not want him – so he threw him away and did not bother with him anymore?
Was he really what those adults said? ‘Born to a father but acknowledged by none’?
These questions sprang to his lips, but he forcefully swallowed them back.
Aaron flipped his hand and held Brielle’s delicate fingers. He lifted his small face and gazed up at the night sky, speaking softly,
“Mommy, even if Aaron’s daddy doesn’t want Aaron, Aaron still has mommy! Aaron loves mommy the most, so don’t be sad! It’s all because of daddy that mommy is sad! When Aaron grows up, Aaron will definitely protect mommy!”
Brielle raised her eyes, followed his line of sight, and gazed outside as well. She eventually gave a long sigh and hugged him even tighter.
“Aaron is such a good child….”
The Ashford residence.
In the living room, Noah, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly felt a strange throbbing pain in his heart. It was unbearable.
With slightly knitted brows, he gently caressed the area where his heart was located before laying his palm over it. He felt rapid heartbeats inside.
His heart was in pain, and it was almost suffocating.
A maid, who was tidying up his toys, saw him place his hands over his chest, with his face contorting in pain. She frantically knelt down in front of him.
“Young master, what’s wrong?”
“Heart… painful…” Noah was covered in cold sweat.
“Just like… I was pricked by a needle… uncomfortable….”
“Just like in the past?” The maid was momentarily at a loss.
The young master had always experienced these heartaches. His heart would suddenly beat rapidly, and he would be in pain. However, every time he was sent to the hospital, no cause of pain was detected. He was healthy.
Even the best doctors could not tell what was wrong with him.
Noah curled up on the sofa and took a deep breath of cold air, looking reserved.
“What’s the matter?”
Richard Ashford slowly walked down the stairs with the support of his cane. The elderly man donned a crease-free set of traditional garments. Despite his old age, he still looked energetic. Under the shadow of his brows, it was not difficult to realize that he was a charming and elegant man during his prime.
“Great grandpa…” Noah glanced up at him and called out meekly.
No one could shake Richard position in the Ashford family. He had interacted with so many powerful figures throughout his life that his every word and gesture made people tremble in fear or be in awe.
Therefore, for a rich man’s son like Noah, he also feared his great grandfather.
Richard, for his part, doted on this little guy with all his heart and soul.
Benjamin was his favourite grandson, and Noah was his flesh and blood, so it was natural that he doted on him more.
Seeing his beloved great grandson relapsing, his facial expression changed. He hurriedly inquired,
“Is your body not feeling well again? Is your heart in pain again?”
His great grandfather showed concern for him, but Noah instinctively shied away from him. He was clearly afraid of him. He was afraid of Richard ever taciturn and stern face. Therefore, he never liked staying close to him.
“Nothing!” He replied.
“Nonsense! Look at you! You’re in so much pain that you’re breaking out in cold sweat!” Richard Ashford was extremely heartbroken.
“Great grandpa, I – I will go upstairs to read books!” Noah leaped down from the sofa and dashed upstairs.
Richard Ashford looked at his great grandson’s back and slowly sighed.
The night deepened.
On the road, a black Bugatti Veyron raced with the wind. Neon lights were projected on the car’s streamlined body and the tunnel lights transitioned from light to dark consecutively. Benjamin, who was in control of the wheel, had his deep-set eyes filled with intense rage. The cold moonlight reflected a silvery glow on his perfectly carved face.
He stepped on the accelerator hard with his foot. The engine revved and drowned all other noises.
Tonight, for some reason, he was not in control of his emotions.
For some reason, tonight, he was not in control of his emotions. Previously, even if he was in a bad mood, he could still maintain his calm in the face of a difficult-to-handle development project. However, right now, he was unfathomably annoyed – weary even.
His phone rang.
Benjamin picked up the call and Noah’s babbling voice came through.
“Daddy….”
“Hm? What’s the matter?”
“Daddy, my heart is in pain again. Yesterday, I had a dream; I dreamed of mommy….”
The sports car abruptly came to a stop.
Rolling down the car window, Benjamin’s gloomy face appeared.
“Hm? Mommy?”
Charlotte?
“Not that mommy! I dreamed of a pretty lady gently calling a name, but it’s not mine… Oh… I’m not sure! Anyway, I dreamed of her and I felt at ease. It was so warm, just like….” The youthful voice paused for a while before he continued, grumbling,
“I don’t like the mommy here! She’s not gentle at all. Noah doesn’t like her… Daddy, I don’t want the mommy here! I want that mommy in my dreams….”
The little guy was wailing and being wilful on the other end of the phone.
Benjamin’s face was sullen, but his voice was unexpectedly gentle.
“Be good, Noah. Be good, okay? Daddy is on his way home to be with you!”
“Okay! I will wait for you, daddy!”
The call ended. The upturned corners of his mouth slowly went down.
Do people… really have telepathy?
The doctor said that since Little Noah was a twin, he was bound to have telepathy with his other twin. However, when the girl gave birth to two boys for him back then, one was already not breathing upon his birth….
After the delivery, he sent people to that hospital to inquire about the whereabouts of the child’s corpse from the staff in charge of the operation. He wanted to give the child a proper burial. However, everyone claimed that he was already taken care of.
He deeply lamented the loss back then. However, for as long as Little Noah could remember, he kept mentioning dreams about his younger brother to him.
He claimed that his younger brother had clean and refined features and looked exactly like him. He said that it was as if he were looking at himself in the mirror – completely identical.
Benjamin had previously thought that telepathy between twins was nonsense.
However, there was once when Little Noah had a high fever and the family doctor had him on an IV drip. While he was confined in bed, he kept calling out unconsciously,
“Mommy… mommy…”
He sounded helpless and dependent, but not detached – unlike how he was with Charlotte.
Little Noah might have called Charlotte ‘mommy’ on a daily basis, but he was never close to her.
When he woke up, he cried out aloud. Charlotte wanted to cuddle him, but he wailed and refused her touch.
He kept on crying,
“Noah has a little brother. My little brother is sick… Noah is heartbroken… heartbroken….”
The child back then was not saved, so where did this younger brother come from?
No one believed his words because he was a child. Children’s words carried no harm and little weight.
Little Noah eventually stopped mentioning about his dreams.
However, he was more distant toward Charlotte thereafter.
…
The next day was a peaceful working day.
However, in the afternoon, an unexpected incident made Brielle lose her job.
Brielle was originally planning to pass a proposal to her department head after lunch break. Just as she stepped out, a few aimless youths, dressed like hooligans, boldly injured the security guards by the company entrance. They barged into her department, flung a row of tables, and shouted her name loudly.
Their intrusion frightened everyone in the office. A few noticed the tattoos on their bodies and cowered to a corner. Rumours had it that these youths were well-known ruffians in a certain street in the capital and had powerful backers. Had Brielle provoked these people?
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