Ch-95. Murder

“Protection! But why? And from what? I am not a helpless child who would die if no one had mercy on him and took him to their house! I am older now, and I know how to survive on my own–”

Warner pulled him into his embrace again, cutting off the rant that Noah was about to set off on. Every word that Noah was saying was hurting the old man like a bullet to his chest; and the pain from these wounds was becoming more and more unbearable for him.

After all, Noah was right… just because of a fear hidden in his heart and a doubt which he still didn't have any clues about, he had let his grandson down. He had never shown the courage to bring Noah back, not until he was completely assured that Otis and his wife wouldn't be doing anything to harm Noah.

But before he could complete the list of the probable enemies that he had compiled for Noah's protection, Noah spoke again, freeing himself from his grip.

“Don't try to use these emotional weapons on me! I demand an answer for the question I wa