At the man's words, the air in the living room grew so quiet and heavy that it felt difficult to breathe.
Nigel looked at Joshua, his laptop still on his lap, his big eyes blinking repeatedly as he stared at his father. "Mr. Lynch, I don’t know what you're talking about."
He set the laptop down and wore an innocent expression on his face. "I’m just a six-year-old kid, and I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don't understand anything."
Joshua narrowed his eyes, and a chill flashed across his eyes. Other six-year-olds might not know anything, but his two children...
He took a deep breath, forcing his fury down his throat. "Nigel, I’ll ask you one more time: were you the one behind Janice Yale's disappearance? All of the evidence is pointing toward you, so explain yourself truthfully! You’re just a boy, but you’re already kidnapping women?"
Nigel narrowed his eyes and looked at Joshua's clearly defined features, finally abandoning the innocent act. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back on the sofa, his voice so cold and indifferent, not sounding at all like a six-year-old child. "You know better than anyone why I did this. Mommy was fine, but because of his assessment report, she was locked up in an asylum. I want him to
know what it feels like when someone dear to you is lost. Is that wrong?"
The little boy’s righteous and haughty expression made Joshua furious. "Your Mommy is sick! That's different!"
"Do you think she’s really sick just because he says she's sick? I think he made a mistake!"
"Nigel!" Joshua glared at his son, the fury and power i n his eyes were enough to make anyone tremble in fear. He looked at his mini-me in front of him, and said word by word, "Kidnapping is illegal, and you're only six. How can you do something like this?"
Nigel met Joshua's enraged gaze with unyielding stubbornness in his eyes. "Mr. Lynch, you and Mommy have known each other longer than us, so I thought you’d know and trust her more than us! Just because o f that person's report, you believe that Mommy is ill and needs to be locked up in that hellhole! You know I'm just six, but if you didn't force Mommy and me into a corner, I wouldn't have come up with such a bad plan!"
"You!"
"Joshua.” Right when Joshua's fury reached its peak and was about to explode, Fiona pushed open the door and entered the room. She comforted Joshua, pressing him down to sit on the sofa. "Don’t get angry. Nigel is just a six-year-old child. Even though he did something he shouldn't have done and took the wrong path, he's still a good kid at heart."
She handed him a cup of tea as she spoke, "Luna was always in charge of educating Nigel-maybe she planted these bad ideas in their mind. It's fine, the kids will change for the better after we take them under our wing in the future." She stroked Joshua's back as she spoke, "Don't get so angry."
The woman's words made Nigel's eyebrows screw together tightly in an instant. What was this woman saying? She was implying that Mommy had misguided them!
The little boy's hands twisted together tightly as he glared at Fiona wordlessly. Nellie however, who was o n her way downstairs, frowned.
The little girl ran down quickly, stood in front of Fiona, and glared at her. "What did you say? Our Mommy is the best person in the world! She didn't lead us astray!"
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