h4Chapter 742: 742-The Child And The Tenth Floor./h4

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    Life had be a little hectic for them. She was not used to living without several warriors and servants at her service. However, her husband was so good at creating a new world and academy that she had high hopes for.

    "Norman, go and fucking y outside," she screamed at Norman. She had once seen him try to run around to cheer up Kaye, who had been crying for the past ten minutes.

    "And, ugh, tell the nanny to take him away as well. He’s so fucking annoying, always screaming and crying like a little bitch," she screamed in Kaye’s face, who suddenly went silent.

    "Why the fuck are you shouting at our babies?" Lord McQuoid came out of the bedroom after taking a shower in the bathroom. He had heard that Darcy was once again screaming at Kaye.

    "I just look at his face and I want to p him. Why the fuck is he always crying? Why is he so weak?" she screamed. "We are supposed to have strong babies. We are two powerful people tied in a knot of marriage and fated bond."

    She was screaming non-stop, saying all the hurtful things in front of her children. Even though the kids were still very little, they could still understand what she was saying about him.

    "You wanted the children as if they were just toys that you would turn off and put to the side when you don’t want them. That is not how it works," he hissed at her, ring her down while she rolled her eyes and painted her nails.

    They were sitting in the living room at this point. She would barely go into her bedroom because she hated how empty it looked.

    "Well, it is easy for you to say. You get to go out and stand by the beautiful view just to watch the workers do all the hard work renovating the hostel and the academy while I am stuck here with these crying ass faces," she hissed.

    All four of them had gonepletely silent. None of them were ying anymore, as they were afraid their mother would lose her temperament.

    "Darcy, you have a nanny to take care of the babies. You don’t do anything at home. You don’t cook. You don’t take care of our babies. I have to walk all the way back just to cook breakfast, lunch, and dinner for them. What do you do the whole day? You just sit andin, and then you have the nerve to even traumatize my children?" As Lord McQuoid yelled, Norman started to push the other brothers out of the living room so they wouldn’t hear them screaming.

    "So what? It’s only one nanny. I want four. There are four of them, for heaven’s sake," she screamed back.

    "Four that you wanted. Four that—" he shut up when he noticed Norman turning his head around to look at them.

    "Listen, Darcy, I cannot afford anything right now. This nanny, I’m affording it after cutting down my own expenses. I have to travel by foot. I have to do double shifts just to pay the warriors who are helping me with the renovation. And you think I’m just standing there doing nothing? I am helping the warriors renovate," Lord McQuoid screamed back at her, tears forming in his eyes as he noticed she did not give a fuck.

    "You’re anyway leaving right now. Take the kids with you."

    She then waved her hand for them to be taken away for a while. She wanted the peaceful environment intact in her old, rusty mansion. He did not have a choice because he knew if he did not listen, she would do what she had done before. She would beat them so hard that when the father came around, they would beg him to take them with him.

    "And why is Sean Louise noting back anymore?" she asked about Jessica’s father, who had left the pack just to be close to his friend.

    "He had decided to go back and be a part of the pack again," Lord McQuoid said.

    "Exactly," she hissed back at him. "He is so clever. He understands that this is not how one should live."

    "Hey, you cannot just walk out on me!" she screamed midway when her husband left to grab his children and head to the construction site.

    She was huffing and puffing out of anger. Lord McQuoid had taken his sons to the construction site and warned them to stay close. They were ying catch and drop with the ball.

    But Norman kept noticing something odd about the tenth floor. His eyes would constantly look up and see a woman standing behind one of the pirs. He would then look down and be very confused.

    And then, Maximus threw the ball for Emmet to grab, but somehow the ball just kept going up and up until itnded on one of the floors of the hostel. Maximus instantly started crying. He was always a crier on the full moons, but once in a while he would start crying on regr days and would not stop until he had dried his eyes out.

    "Calm down, I’ll go and fetch it for you, okay?" Norman gently caressed his brother’s cheek.

    "Emmet, can you please keep an eye on Kaye?" Norman said as he made his way into the hostel.

    There were only a few warriors working on the renovation, and they were in the academy right now. Norman was able to walk into the old hostel that was only broken walls and nothing more than that. He took the stairs and kept going from floor to floor, trying to see where the ball went when he heard a little whisper.

    "Psst,e here. I have your ball."

    He heard a voice from one of the top floors and began to wonder what it was. Then he realized he was standing right under the tenth floor.

    "Who are you?" he asked, bending his neck upward just to take a glimpse of who this woman was.

    "We are your friends," said a man, and Norman was instantly taken aback. He did not know there was a man too.

    "I’m not your friend. I don’t even know you. You two are strangers to me," Norman hissed back. Even though he was just a child, he had learned a lot from his life. Ever since they had left the pack life, all these years, the mother would just leave all the responsibilities on Norman’s shoulders. She would even remind himself that he should be ready to sacrifice if it came to that for his brothers.

    "Okay, fine, we are strangers. But we have your ball," said the woman again. They had a weird echoey voice.