Entangled in the Night: Unable to Escape Him-Chapter 52: Suspicion

She had just finished speaking when a man walked out from behind the screen.

The man looked at Chloe with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Chloe, it’s been years since we last met, and you don’t even recognize me? This is Luke Sawyer from your class—don’t you remember?"

Chloe’s heart tightened.

She had managed to outsmart herself.

Of all her classmates, she only remembered the ones who showed up at gatherings; this Luke, she’d only seen him speak in the class group chat.

She didn’t actually know him.

She forced a stiff smile: "Sorry, I didn’t wear my contacts today—didn’t see you clearly."

Caleb chuckled, then shifted his gaze to Julian Prescott: "Is this your son? He looks so much like you—he’s adorable."

Chloe had no idea how to explain her relationship with Julian Prescott.

They weren’t mother and son, nor were they family—just chips traded in an exchange.

She could only point to Silas and say, "This is Mr. Prescott’s son. He happens to have a special connection with me, and when he’s around me, he’s more talkative."

Caleb thought her relationship with Silas was strange, but since it was their personal matter, he didn’t pursue it.

Instead, he started a serious conversation with Julian Prescott.

Jett Sterling walked in and saw just this scene.

Julian Prescott was sitting on Chloe’s lap, his small face pressed tightly against her chest.

His dark, bright eyes were filled with unease and embarrassment.

Yet he was still able to interact normally with Caleb.

Jett couldn’t help but lower his voice: "You’ve raised a son for four years, and in just a few days with Chloe, she gets along better. What kind of dad are you? Do you even know how to be a dad?"

Silas looked at him coolly, "If you’re so curious, why don’t you let me be your dad for a few days and see for yourself?"

"I’ll be your dad!"

Jett was so pissed off he nearly punched him.

This man has an innocent-looking face, but his heart is even more venomous than a scorpion’s.

In the business world, he had been careless in the past, and Silas had stolen plenty of deals from him.

Jett knew exactly what kind of person Silas was.

Julian Prescott lay on the bed doing a test, electrodes attached to his head and chest.

But he didn’t fuss at all—instead, he lay there quietly, his pair of dark and sparkling eyes always following Chloe.

Seeing him like this, Silas felt a wave of emotion inside.

When he first learned Julian Prescott had autism, he brought him here hoping for psychological therapy.

But back then, Julian wouldn’t cooperate at all—he’d cry and scream.

He even smashed the hospital equipment.

It was as if he was a totally different child now.

Julian’s whole treatment process went smoothly—not only did they find out the exact cause of his condition, but a recovery plan was also crafted.

Chloe took notes very carefully.

When everything was done, Caleb handed the treatment plan to Silas.

"If you follow this approach, it won’t be long before he’ll be able to communicate normally, just like other kids.

But there can’t be any hiccups—for example, if he suffers a second trauma, that could make the condition worse, even make recovery impossible, so you have to be careful."

Silas nodded, "I understand, thank you."

He gently stroked his son’s head: "You did great today. Later, Dad will take you out for a meal."

Julian nodded eagerly, "Mom."

"Yes, I’ll treat you and Mom."

Jett watched them call each other ’Mom’ and ’Dad’ and bit down on his teeth in frustration.

Someone who didn’t know better would really think they were a family of three.

He deliberately walked over to Chloe, leaned close and whispered in her ear, "Tonight, there’s a dinner party—all the people from our old circle. I heard you and Caleb are back, so they want to invite you out. I even made a pledge with them—if you don’t show up, I’ll have to drink as punishment. Chloe, you wouldn’t just leave me hanging, would you?"

As he spoke, his eyes were full of deep emotion.

That bone-deep familiarity made Silas feel an intense sting.

The thought that Chloe used to attend all sorts of gatherings as Jett’s girlfriend, with their shared friends—it made Silas feel like there was a weight on his chest.

He could hardly breathe under that pressure.

But he couldn’t remove that weight; he could only let it crush him, a little at a time.

This sense of being out of control made his emotions spiral.

Silas pulled Chloe close by the shoulder, completely unapologetic: "Dr. Nash already promised my son to have lunch together. She keeps her word. You’ll have to reschedule your gathering."

He ruffled Julian’s hair again. "Let’s go, time to eat with Mom."

Chloe happened to not want to attend the gathering, so she smiled apologetically at Jett and the others before leaving with Silas.

After watching them walk away, Jett looked at Caleb meaningfully.

"Do you think Chloe’s acting weird lately?"

Caleb was surprised, "You noticed too? How many times have we eaten together, but just now she mistook me for someone else—said it was because she wasn’t wearing her contacts."

Jett mused, "Someone who was never allergic to pollen—what could cause her to suddenly develop an allergy?"

"Hard to say. Maybe her body changed, or maybe she hadn’t been exposed to the flowers that trigger her allergy before."

Hearing that, Jett frowned even harder.

Chloe used to work at a flower shop in college; she’s handled every kind of flower before.

If she had an allergy, she’d have found out long ago.

Besides, today the flowers I bought for her are ones I used to give her all the time.

I never saw any allergic reactions before.

Jett didn’t buy that she just happened to take allergy medicine every time.

What’s the real reason—why does Chloe seem like she’s a different person?

——

Just as they stepped out of the doctor’s office, Silas’s phone rang. He glanced at Chloe: "Stay with Julian for a moment, I’ll take this call."

The moment he answered, a woman’s voice came from the other end.

"Mr. Prescott, I’m the director of Sacred Heart Orphanage. A few days ago you had someone donate ten million in Old Master Prescott’s name. I wanted to ask if the old master has time to attend our orphanage’s anniversary celebration."

Silas frowned.

Sacred Heart Orphanage had always been funded by the Sterling Family; he’d never donated a cent there.

Something occurred to him, and he kept his tone calm: "Are you sure there isn’t a mistake? I never sent anyone to donate."

"Oh, that’s strange—the person said he was your assistant, making the donation on your behalf to bring Old Master Prescott blessings. Here’s his signature; I’ll send you a photo."

Soon, Silas received the photo from the director.

The photo was of the donation slip, with the assistant’s signature—Owen Paxton’s name.

But it was clearly not Owen’s handwriting.

Only, the unique way of writing ’Paxton’ matched how Sienna Paxton wrote her own name.