Chapter 1106: Chapter 1046: The Code Noah Phillips Revealed
"I need your promise that you won’t hurt my family!"
Noah Phillips needed a guarantee, even though a guarantee didn’t hold much binding force. Now that he was trapped, with unknown life and death, this was the most he could do.
"I’m not a homicidal maniac! As long as people don’t provoke me, I won’t kill indiscriminately," Night Owl promised.
"Alright. I believe you."
"Speak," Night Owl didn’t have much patience.
"In Riverfront City, not far from the Children’s Home, there’s an abandoned old mansion, known as the Haunted House. When Sienna Johnson and I were little, we often snuck in to play, our secret code was: ’I’m not a ghost!’"
After Noah Phillips finished, he hung up the phone.
Night Owl froze for a moment, never expecting that after waiting three days, Noah Phillips would be so stingy and only tell him this one thing.
"Stingy man!"
The Children’s Home was the name of the orphanage where Sienna Johnson used to live. Night Owl had investigated Sienna Johnson and Noah Phillips, naturally knowing about this place.
"I’m not a ghost? Haha... Interesting."
He wasn’t Noah Phillips!
Night Owl closed his eyes, sat on the sofa, replaying in his mind the words Noah Phillips had just said to him.
I’m not a ghost!
"A secret code?"
...
Mother Phillips returned from shopping with her friends, and as she entered, she saw her son standing in the corridor, staring at the sky with a somewhat lonely expression.
Mother Phillips carried large shopping bags and walked over.
"Noah."
Night Owl, hearing this, looked over and saw Mother Phillips. He smiled and greeted her, "You’re back."
"Yes, I bought you some clothes while shopping. Try them on later to see if they fit," Mother Phillips looked at her son, smiling so much that the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes appeared.
"Okay."
Mother Phillips habitually handed her shopping bags to Noah Phillips, expecting him to carry them inside for her, but he seemed not to notice, turning and walked away instead.
The shopping bags suddenly felt incredibly heavy. Mother Phillips stared in surprise at her son’s back, muttering to herself: Why isn’t Noah helping me carry things?
"Noah, where are you going?"
"I have something to do!"
"It’s good for you to go out more and take your mind off things, don’t just stay cooped up at home."
Since Hilda Potter passed away, Noah Phillips has been somewhat off, and Mother Phillips thought her son was grieving excessively for Hilda, which might explain his recent odd behavior.
"Ah, that wicked murderer, once caught, he must be executed!" Mother Phillips cursed the executioner who killed Hilda Potter.
She carried the things she bought for her son, went upstairs to his room, intending to put them away.
But the door to Noah Phillips’ room was locked shut.
"What’s going on?"
She had just seen Noah Phillips go out, he couldn’t be inside. Usually, Noah’s door was open, why start locking it now?
"Good afternoon, madam." Cleaning Auntie Agatha with a cloth approached and greeted Mother Phillips.
"Who locked this door?" Mother Phillips asked.
"Mr. Phillips himself locked it."
Mother Phillips was taken aback, "Why lock the door? He never used to lock it..."
Auntie Agatha replied, "Mr. Phillips also instructed that I’m not allowed to clean his room anymore."
Mother Phillips looked surprised, keeping the room off-limits to everyone?
"I see, you go ahead and get busy."
Mother Phillips carried the bags to her own room for now. Sitting before the dressing table, she stared at the shopping bags on the floor, worried about her son.
All these years, Noah Phillips had only had eyes for Sienna Johnson, indifferent to other women. It was through her gentle persuasion and tearful tactics that he finally agreed to a blind date.
A good friend introduced Hilda Potter to Noah Phillips, and the two got along well. Later, Noah even agreed to an engagement, which delighted Mother Phillips.
Mother Phillips liked Hilda Potter a lot, with a respectable family background, she was also poised and gentle. As a daughter-in-law for the Phillips Family, she was the perfect choice.
Yet...
Thinking of Hilda Potter’s tragic death made Mother Phillips particularly upset.
If Hilda Potter were still alive, they could have married by the end of the year, and by next year, she would likely have a grandchild to hold.
"Ah..." Mother Phillips sighed, worried about her son’s future.
...
Riverfront City,
Sienna Johnson and Adrian Desmond drove here themselves. With over three hundred kilometers to cover, Adrian Desmond drove swiftly, arriving in just over two hours.
Riverfront City was a third or fourth-tier city, economically undeveloped but with beautiful surroundings, wide roads, and not many vehicles.
"There’s an intersection ahead, should we go straight or turn?" Adrian Desmond asked.
"Go straight."
"Do you still recognize the way?"
"I checked the map before coming... It’s changed a lot; I remember this area used to be fields, and over there... should be a village. Now, it’s all high-rise buildings."
"These years, Orienta’s economy has developed rapidly. You’ve been away for so many years; it’s not surprising that things have changed a lot."
"Indeed, I can hardly recognize it."
Sienna Johnson leaned back in the passenger seat, removed her sunglasses, and took in the view of this both unfamiliar and familiar city.
...
The Children’s Home is located on Ripple Road, a three-story building with a large yard. If unknowing, one might think it’s a kindergarten.
When Sienna Johnson arrived, many people were already there, and luxury cars lined the road. In comparison, Sienna Johnson’s Benz seemed low-end.
Adrian Desmond parked the car on the roadside, and the two of them got out and walked over.
"Your palms are sweating, are you nervous? Why?"
Adrian Desmond didn’t understand; it was just a meeting after all, but the usually composed Sienna Johnson was sweating in her palms.
"I don’t know, just a bit nervous."
"There’s nothing to be nervous about," Adrian Desmond held Sienna Johnson’s hand and walked inside.
Inside was a hall, and as soon as they entered, Adrian Desmond’s powerful aura drew many people’s attention.
Everyone was guessing about the identity of the two.
Sienna Johnson saw Dean Rafael, smiled, walked over, and called out, "Dean Rafael, hello, I’m Belinda Rafael, do you remember me?"
Dean Rafael’s hair was white, and he appeared frail, but his smile remained kind.
"I remember, I remember; you were the most beautiful girl here."
Dean Rafael held Sienna Johnson’s hand, looked her over, Sienna Johnson exuded a calm temperament, her manners were graceful and poised, showing a good upbringing.
"You’re even prettier than when you were little."
"Older now."
"Selling old in front of me? I’m the one who’s old. Look, I can’t walk anymore, need to sit in a wheelchair."
Sienna Johnson had noticed her in a wheelchair upon entering, "How come?"
"Age renders one useless," Dean Rafael glanced behind Sienna Johnson and asked, "That handsome young man, is he your husband?"
"Yes."
Sienna Johnson signaled for Adrian Desmond to come over, and he did, greeting Dean Rafael, "Hello, I’m Adrian Desmond, Sienna Johnson’s husband."
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