Chapter 1148 The Lord of Chaos
Wynter swiftly turned her gaze to Dalton: Not only were his lies more convincing than hers,
but his stole face also lent credibility.
Wynter noticed Dalton remained expressionless throughout the deception, even throwing
her a casual glance.
As expected, Margaret believed Dalton’s lies. “Oh, I’ve heard about Mr. Stavius. My, Wolf is
lucky to gain his recognition. Tell Wolf to work hard. I’ll go visit him soon.
*Sure, let’s visit him at Mt. Dragon together,” Wynter agreed, unwilling to dampen
Margaret’s spirits.
Since Wynter planned to set off to Hawford, she decided to stay for a meal. She also
offered some advice regarding the clinic’s development but entrusted the rest to a
professional ma
Wynter recalled that Margaret had stayed by her side during the time she lost her five
senses. And, despite Wynter losing her sense of self, Margaret never abandoned her.
However, the Yates family was beyond redemption, especially with Ewan’s insatiable
greed.
Wynter only wished that Margaret would live out her life peacefully and stop worrying about those undeserving. She also refrained from mentioning Yvette as she didn’t want to
cause Margaret any distress.
At that moment, Margaret recognized Whitley and exclaimed, “Oh, aren’t you a resident
from Waterview Alley?”
“Do you still remember me?” Whitley asked in surprise and took a step forward.
“Of course I do. You and your friends might look mean and tough, but you’re all kids inside. How did you end up with Wynter? Why are you alone?” Margaret inquired.
“I ran into some troubles after arriving in Kingbourne,” Whitley replied with his eyes
downcast.
When he could no longer feel the existence of the one he sought, he feared that they had met a grim fate.
Sympathizing with Whitley, Wynter had instructed the Special Unit to conduct an
investigation upon his decision to accompany her.
Logically, it seemed impossible for someone from Southdale to simply vanish in Kingbourne. Regrettably, the Special Unit found no trace of the person in Kingbourne.
However, ticket records suggested that he might be lured into an MLM organization.
That lead gave Whitley a glimmer of hope. With records indicating the person heading southward, Whitley decided to pursue them in that direction.
Feeling distressed over Whitley’s sorrow, Margaret served him a cinnamon roll and comforted him. “These are Wolf’s favorites. Eat it while it’s hot, my dear. May your life be filled with hope.”
At that moment, Whitley felt an unexpected warmth surge in his heart. He instinctively glanced at Dalton, wondering if he had sensed the mysterious power from Margaret.
As for Wolf, Whitley knew him better than anyone else. After all, they came from the same place.
Whitley recalled seeing a tiny figure rummage through trash upon his awakening. Despite his size, the child was strong enough to push Whitley over and hurt his chest.
Now that Whitley had regained some of his instincts, he recognized that the child was one of the ancient beasts known as “Chaos“.
Surrounded by a dark aura, Chaos brought misfortune to those who cared for him.
Logically, no ordinary human could raise such a being. Plus, Chaos was notorious for his ruthlessness and cruelty,
After some time, Whitley noticed Wolf trailing behind an elderly person. Although his eyes were blank, he showed no signs of aggressiveness and dutifully followed the elderly person’s instructions.
Witnessing Wolf’s obedience, Whitley averted his gaze with a sense of relief. After all, Chaos was bound to submit to a stronger master who defeated them.
Yet, what kept him obedient by Margaret’s side?