Right Person, Wrong Time novel Chapter 505

Chapter 505 What Have You Done to Hayden?

Staring at Queenie’s hypocritical look, Colton grunted coldly on the inside while maintaining a nonchalant expression on his face. While he was initially skeptical about Hayden’s speculation that Queenie was trying to harm him, the lady’s fake acting confirmed his suspicion.

“Sure, Hayden is in his room on the second floor. You can take a look at him there. Meet me here when you’re done.” Colton showed no interest in accompanying Queenie to visit Hayden.

Queenie nodded and made her way upstairs while Colton stood there for a while before heading to the stairs on the other side. Knowing where Hayden’s room was, Queenie made sure there was no one else around and decided to stop pretending.

Upon arriving at the child’s room, she opened the door and was able to immediately hear incoherent moans. Queenie then took a closer look at Hayden, noticing his soulless eyes as he drooled with his mouth open like an actual victim suffering from a mental impairment. However, Queenie still remained wary, slowly stepping forward while she called out to the child in a probing manner. “Hayden?”

Hayden didn’t seem to respond, only continuing to clap his hands while moaning incoherently. Seeing that, Queenie knitted her eyebrows and stroked her chin in a puzzled manner.

“Has he really gone nuts? Can’t he even talk now?” She stepped closer to Hayden and kept her eyes on his fair cheeks. Suddenly, an idea flashed across her mind as she stretched out her arm to pinch the child’s waist.

In that instant, Hayden’s eyes were filled with tears shortly before he broke down and cried out loud. As a child, his cry, coupled with his high-pitched voice, sounded so loud that everyone else nearby could hear him.

Just as Queenie was about to teach Hayden a lesson, Wendy came in and saw the boy crying on the bed. Thus, she immediately walked up to the child to check on him, asking him worriedly, “Are you alright, Hayden? Tell me what happened.”

As soon as the bedroom door opened, Hayden’s cry instantly echoed through every corner downstairs. Anna, who was busy questioning the suspects downstairs, quickly rose from her seat, her face changing at once. “Hurry up and help me get upstairs. Hayden is crying.”

On the other hand, Hayden was crying and shaking like a leaf while wrapping his arms around Wendy. Seeing Hayden’s tearfulness, Wendy glared at Queenie and questioned her angrily. “What have you done to Hayden?!” she bellowed.

Queenie, who was covered in Hayden’s urine, replied with a darkened look on her face, “You should probably ask him that question instead. He just peed on me!”