My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 188 - 182: From Now On, Leigh Miles Will Call Me Sinclair
Alvin Morgan chuckled softly. "What does it have to do with you?"
"You—" Indie Lowell flared with anger in an instant, the Power in her body surging.
Aurora Sinclair took a step forward, shielding the others behind her as she watched Indie with a placid gaze.
Even though there was no fluctuation of Power from her, she was inexplicably terrifying.
Indie Lowell retreated half a step, her heart filled with resentment as she asked, "You just trust him like that?"
Her eyes were rimmed with red, and her sharp nails dug viciously into her palm.
Aurora Sinclair nodded. "He won’t harm us."
"I won’t either! I’m—"
"Ms. Lowell, thank you for your care." Aurora Sinclair quickly cut her off and gave her a bow. While Indie was stunned, Aurora snatched up Titus Miles and raced downstairs at incredible speed.
"Senior Sister..." Leigh Miles shot Indie Lowell a worried glance before hurrying downstairs after Aurora Sinclair.
In the stairwell, only the three of them remained in a standoff.
This was an old building. The lights flickered, casting an eerie glow.
Alvin Morgan regarded her coldly, sidestepped her, and started down the stairs.
"Wait, Young Lord Morgan." Indie Lowell looked anxious. She reached out to grab Alvin Morgan, but Beta Morgan caught her by the shoulder.
"Miss Lowell, you’ve overstepped."
"Those are my children! What right do you have to keep me from them..." Indie Lowell blurted out impulsively, striking out with a backhand palm. Caught completely off guard, Beta Morgan took the blow square in the chest. He stumbled back three or four steps and slammed hard against the wall, a mouthful of blood spraying from his lips.
The Strength of a Martial Arts Master was not something a Great Martial Master could withstand.
Alvin Morgan’s face instantly darkened. He stared at her, his voice frigid. "Are you trying to declare war on the Morgan Family?"
Indie Lowell couldn’t be bothered with anything else. She leaped straight down the stairs, trying to snatch Titus Miles back, but Aurora Sinclair intercepted her at the doorway.
Her expression was murderous. She pursed her lips, her eyes glinting with a cold light unlike her usual self. "Come any closer," she said icily, "and I’ll kill you." 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺
Indie Lowell fought back the fear in her heart. "I’m his—"
Aurora Sinclair struck with lightning speed, hitting her in the abdomen. An expression of agony on her face, Indie Lowell collapsed to the ground, the words dying on her lips.
Her gaze remained fixed on Titus Miles, her face pale from the pain. A trickle of scarlet flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Leigh Miles, her face full of pity, bit her lip and suddenly rushed forward, blocking Aurora Sinclair’s path.
"Senior Sister, I’m begging you. We won’t go back with her..."
The Power in Aurora Sinclair’s palm gradually dissipated. She looked calmly at Leigh Miles, who was still biting her lip, her face wracked with guilt.
"Senior Sister, I know everything..."
Aurora Sinclair raised a hand and pulled her into an embrace, whispering softly, "Leigh..."
"I know. We weren’t planning on going back."
Indie Lowell struggled against the tyrannical Power raging inside her body. She took one last look at the small figure, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and plunged into darkness.
’My children...’
***
By the time Indie Lowell regained consciousness, it was the early hours of the morning.
She shot up in bed, shouting, "My children—"
The surroundings were dim until someone suddenly switched on the lights in the room.
A flash of brilliant white light seared her eyes.
"You’re awake..."
A familiar voice came from the side, and Indie Lowell’s gaze snapped toward it warily.
She saw Aurora Sinclair sitting not far away, watching her. Her face was as expressionless as ever, yet it sent a chill down Indie’s spine.
Her Power was terrifying. The sliver she had sent into Indie’s body had nearly crippled her martial arts.
"Leigh Miles thinks you’re her mother," Aurora Sinclair said.
Indie Lowell’s eyes lit up instantly. "I am!" she said, agitated.
"Leigh Miles’s birth mother is not you."
"No, it’s me! I have two children, a girl and a boy."
In that moment, Indie Lowell suddenly understood why Zella Vaughn had asked her on the plane if she was prepared to be a mother of two.
Aurora Sinclair watched her for another moment, then bowed. "I’m sorry..."
"You..."
"Morgan is in the study." Aurora Sinclair stepped away from the door.
After Indie Lowell left, Aurora Sinclair stared at the hand she had used to injure her. She slowly closed it into a fist, pressed her lips together, and walked out.
In the study, Alvin Morgan gestured for Indie Lowell to sit.
"Young Lord Morgan, I’m very sorry for injuring your man. I..."
"We’ll discuss that later. First, take a look at this..." Alvin Morgan cut her off and had Dean Morgan hand her the black binder from the desk.
As she opened it to the first page, her fine brows knitted together instantly. The more she read, the more horrified she became. By the end, her face was ashen, veins bulged on her forehead, her lips trembled slightly, and two streams of tears slid down her cheeks.
"This... this..."
"This is the reason why."
"I..." The binder slipped from Indie Lowell’s hands and fell to the floor. She dropped to her knees, supporting herself with her hands as she wept uncontrollably. "Young Lord Morgan, who was the benefactor who saved my children?"
"The Guardian."
Indie Lowell’s head snapped up. She sank to the floor in disbelief, her body trembling uncontrollably, speechless for a long time.
She had considered countless people, but she had never once imagined it would be him.
’Doesn’t that mean his son is...’
"There were twenty-six children in this group. Only he and Leigh Miles survived. Naturally, Aurora cherishes them. She only hurt you today to protect them."
Indie Lowell nodded repeatedly. "I know. I could never resent her. It was she and... who saved my son’s life."
"Not just your son..."
"Right, right, and my daughter." Indie Lowell wiped at the ceaseless tears in her eyes. Every time she recalled what she had just read, her heart ached with immense pain, regret, and self-loathing.
"The Guardian doesn’t want outsiders to know about this matter..."
"I’ll keep it a secret! I swear on my Martial Arts! I absolutely won’t breathe a single word..."
Indie Lowell swore a solemn oath. She would take this secret, including the Guardian’s involvement, to her grave.
***
「The next day.」
Leigh Miles emerged from the bedroom with swollen eyes and came face-to-face with a strange woman in an apron.
"Leigh, you’re awake? Come down for breakfast."
"Ms... Ms. Lowell..." Leigh Miles rubbed her eyes in disbelief. If not for the familiar voice, she wouldn’t have believed the woman before her was the same Indie Lowell from yesterday.
"That’s wrong. From now on, you’re to call me Sinclair, Leigh."
Leigh Miles was a bit dazed. It wasn’t until she was at the dining table that Beta Morgan pointed at the woman and announced with a grim face, "This is the live-in nanny the Young Master hired for you. Sinclair. Her name is Melody Sinclair—Sinclair as in the family name, and Melody as in music. She’ll be taking care of you from now on."
Leigh Miles was stunned and couldn’t process it for a moment. "But isn’t this..."
"It’s Sinclair," Aurora Sinclair interjected, giving Leigh Miles a calm look.
Leigh Miles could only suppress her confusion and unease.
Afterward, Melody Sinclair moved her luggage into Aurora Sinclair’s new home and even helped them move.
When Leigh Miles saw the new house, she was so overjoyed she could hardly believe it.
Because the living room alone was bigger than their entire old apartment. Her heart pounded as she asked, "Mr. Beta, is the rent for this place really the same as before?"
Beta Morgan replied with a straight face, "This house belongs to a friend of my lord. The rent is just a symbolic fee. You can live here for as long as you want."
"Really? Can we get another discount on the rent?"
Beta Morgan: ...
’This little money-grubber!’
***
Meanwhile, Hugo Lowell finally learned of his daughter’s divorce and furiously called her.
At that moment, Indie Lowell was contentedly washing clothes for her three children. When she saw the call, her good mood soured instantly. She decisively blocked the number and decided to get a new SIM card.
"That disgraceful daughter—"
With a CRACK, another phone was destroyed.
Butler Lowell, who was standing nearby, quickly stepped forward to placate him. "Family Head, please don’t be angry..."
"Does she even consider herself a part of the Lowell Family? Running from her wedding, eloping, getting a divorce, and now she dares to ignore my calls—"
"Miss Lowell probably didn’t tell you because she was afraid you’d be angry..."
"Afraid I’d be angry? I think she wishes I’d drop dead!"
Hugo Lowell’s face was ashen with rage. His eyes blazed with fury as he suddenly declared viciously, "Since she doesn’t want to return to the Lowell Family, I’ll grant her wish. From this day forward, Indie Lowell is expelled from the family registry! Seize all her assets from the Lowell Family!"
"Family Head, you must reconsider!"
Butler Lowell couldn’t bear it. He had watched Miss Lowell grow up since she was a little girl; she was like a daughter to him.
"Do it!" Hugo Lowell replied, his face hard and unyielding.
’If she can’t be of use to the Lowell Family, then she’s no Lowell!’
