h4Chapter 743: 743-Losing A Son/h4

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    "Can you please throw it down?" Norman requested, not taking the stairs up.

    "Why don’t youe and take it? I have an injury on my arm, so I cannot throw it," the woman said, and Norman began to contemte. His father was right in the next building, so if these people tried something, he could always scream.

    "Even besides, Norman, we know how alone you are. They are making you act like a grown-up, but you are just a child."

    The way the man said it, Norman’s eyes bugged out.

    "How do you know my name?" Norman asked, confused.

    "Oh, we know everything about you, Norman. We also know that your mother screams at you. She always hits your brothers. She even wishes Kaye was never born."

    Norman was getting lost hearing these two strangers know so much about their lives. Had they been spying on them? Their mansion was pretty broken. It was an old mansion. They could be peering into the windows and getting all the information on them.

    "Don’t worry. Don’t be afraid of us. We are not bad people."

    Then the woman tried to use a much more soothing voice.

    "Norman, we can help your brother with all the pain," she said in a gentle tone.

    The minute she said that, Norman’s ears started to perk up. He had no clue how deceptive people could be when they wanted something from you.

    "How can you help Kaye?" Norman asked.

    "Well, it is easy. You just have toe upstairs. Look, we have a medicine for it," she said, sounding very deceptive. But little Norman would not understand it. He had no knowledge of people being brutal. He just knew his mother was.

    So he started to climb the stairs. And once he was on the tenth floor, he realized he had made a big mistake. There stood a man and a woman, very identical as if they were twins, with the creepiest smiles on their lips.

    "Oh, there you are, little Norman. We knew you woulde to see us."

    The minute the woman said that, she lunged at Norman. Before he could even try to resist, she tried to get into his mouth to be part of him. The more she tried to fit inside his tiny body with her brother beside her, the more Norman started to suffocate. He could not even scream. His body fell down on his back, having a seizure, while a fog full of ck air was trying to enter his mouth.

    However, it was soon clear that it was not possible. They could not fit in him, but they had done the damage. His body could not take such a shock. His mouth was left open while his eyes rolled back in his head. His seizures began to stop, and his mouth slowly started to close.

    The evil siblings realized they could not push his soul out and take over his body. They wanted to take over so they could be free. But they learned that day they must do it with someone allowing them, not by forcefully taking what does not belong to them.

    Meanwhile, Emmet had grown impatient. He began to hold Maximus and Kaye’s hand and walk. He walked into the academy to let his father know that Norman had gone upstairs.

    "Father, Norman has gone into the hostel and hasn’te downstairs in a while," he said to his father, whose eyes widened. He began to rush toward the academy and the hostel. Lord MQuoid knew that the building was very old, so he was afraid that Norman must have taken a fall or something.

    And just when he was on the eighth floor, he had already sensed it. Norman was ced on the stairs as if he had fallen down from the ninth floor.

    He grabbed his son, crying, and started to sprint back home. He was hysterical. One of the warriors had taken Emmet and the others into his own wing, bringing them home.

    Once he arrived, Darcy saw her son’s pale body in her husband’s arms.

    "What is going on?" she screamed.

    "Give me your phone," he said to her. He did not even have a phone. At this point, he had given the luxuries only to his wife and children.

    "I need to call the ambnce," he said, panicking. His hands were going numb. His heart was stopping. He wanted to run with his son to the nearest base, but he knew he could not do it. An ambnce or a cab or anything had toe and take them, or else it would be toote.

    "What the fuck? Why did you bring him here? Why didn’t you take him directly to the hospital?" she screamed at him.

    "I don’t know. I don’t know. I did not have a phone. Nobody had. Please, please call the ambnce." He started to beg before her while she was crying too.

    "My son. My eldest son. My pride."

    She began to kneel down and cry once she touched his face and realized he was cold, and that it would be toote by the time they reached the hospital.

    "That can’t be." Lord McQuoid looked at his wife once he also realized what she was staring at.

    "No, no, no, no, no. He will live. There is no way." She began to panic, snatching her son out of Lord McQuoid’s arms.

    Emmet and the others had arrived, but they had no clue what was going on. They were rushed into a side room and locked inside with a warrior, who was trying his best to divert their attention. But the kids were crying now, because they knew something had happened to their brother.

    Lord McQuoid was losing his mind, and that was when he passed out. He had grown so weak after Darcy had put him through so much stress, that losing his son seemed like the end for him.

    However, Darcy would not give up. She picked up her phone and started to call the only one who she knew could help him, the grey woman.