Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 1493

After saying so, Ernest slowly approached Alex.

Unsure if it was my illusion, I saw a hint of panic in Alex's eyes.

“Forget it. I’m not interested in your stuff anyway. If Simon still wants what he wants, then I advise you not to waste even a single second!"

I could tell that Alex had lost his patience. It was hard to imagine that this was how he, someone who liked taking things slow, looked like when he was anxious.

“Mr. Hodds, I believe this isn't your territory." There were hints of resolution in

Ernest’s eyes as though he planned to not comply.

"What gives you the right to bring them here today, then?"

Alex clutched his wheelchair armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white. I felt his rage as though he could explode any second.

He tilted his head, and the man behind him charged ahead. He stood in front of the rest of the black-clad men in the corner.

Two of them walked up next to me, and I quickly got up. I followed them and got behind Alex.

"Why are you so anxious, Mr. Alex? We just invited Mr. and Mrs. Grant over to introduce ourselves to them and get to know each other. Only after we're familiar with each other will Mrs. Grant leave her child to us with peace of mind. Why are you so anxious?"

As Ernest said that, he had already walked up to Alex's wheelchair.

He bent down to the same eye level as Alex, and they both stared at each other.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and stretched it out toward Alex. The latter had no time to dodge.

A split second later, there was a humanskinned mask in Ernest’s hand.

The man sitting in the wheelchair was not Alex Hodds.