His love

lan never could’ve imagined stumbling upon such a sight right at the complex entrance. 

“Mr. Nightingale…” Aaron blinked in disbelief, shocked that he still had his sight. 

“Aaron!” Willow staggered toward Aaron and enveloped him in a tight embrace, her voice trembling with emotion. “Aaron, my sweet boy…” 

“Mom, I’m okay. Please don’t cry,” Aaron reassured her, gently wiping away her tears. “It hurts me to see you like this.” 

Willow held onto Aaron, whispering his name over and over, her voice filled with relief and gratitude. Her 

mature and gentle Aaron was always being ruthlessly hurt. 

As she felt the warmth of the little one nestled in her arms, Willow’s resolve to ensure that Wilhelmina 

and Skyler never caused them trouble again only strengthened. 

The influence of the Dawsons, the Carters, and the Mayers was too vast. Even if she and Aaron went into hiding, it wouldn’t be long before Skyler’s network found out Aaron was alive. 

They wouldn’t stop until they had Aaron. If she wanted Aaron to live without fear, she knew she had to eliminate all obstacles in their path while she still had the chance. 

“Mr. Nightingale?” Matthew’s surprise was evident as lan appeared unexpectedly. 

His face darkened. “Mr. Nightingale, if you don’t want to be on my bad side, stay out of tonight’s business!” 

“Mr. Mayer, I can’t just stand by tonight,” lan responded calmly, his voice steady but commanding. Despite his composed demeanor, there was an undeniable air of authority about him. 

“Mr. Nightingale, are you really going to stick up for this shameless woman and this cripple?” Matthew’s gaze swept over Willow with clear disdain. “Mr. Nightingale, favoring a woman like her is a serious misjudgment on your part!” 

Matthew’s words dripped with disdain. The intense humiliation and shame caused Willow’s spine to stiffen involuntarily. She hadn’t expected Matthew to stoop so low as to openly mention her past with Zayn in front of lan. 

She had no romantic feelings for lan and had never sought to manipulate or flatter him. But he had shown her kindness and helped her, and she didn’t want to tarnish the image of someone who had been a rare source of warmth in her life. 

More importantly, Aaron was here. Ian’s distinguished brow furrowed slightly. 

“Mr. Mayer, I don’t need your judgment. But you, Mr. Mayer, are targeting this woman repeatedly–now that’s an interesting stance.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Me? Targeting her?” Matthew chuckled bitterly. “If she and that cripple hadn’t repeatedly hurt Willa, would I even be in this position? 

“Mr. Nightingale, let me be clear: tonight, no one is going to save this cripple! He hurt Willa, and he’s going 

to pay the pricel” 

“Mr. Mayer, you really do think you’re the law, huh?” tan drawled, lifting his eyelids lazily, his gaze piercing. “Let me make this clear: If anyone even thinks about harming Willow or Aaron tonight, they’ll have me to 

answer to.” 

Matthew laughed bitterly at lan’s words, his anger palpable. Willow always played the Innocent victim in front of him, which only fueled his resentment. 

The surge of anger twisted Matthew’s hatred further, distorting his features Into a mask of Icy disdain. 

“Mr. Nightingale, let me give you some friendly advice,” he sneered. “Get Involved with her, and you might just end up regretting it.”