Luke jabbed his thumb towards the door, making it clear who he was talking about.


    Aron stepped up and gave his arm a nudge, signaling him to keep it down. "Are you nuts? Showing up in the dead of night to talk about this!"


    Luke grumbled, "I swear, Alexander''s got it all figured out and he''s just messing with us."


    "So what? You gonna off him?" Aron shot back.


    They couldn''t just take out Alexander, even if he did remember. They were stuck. Zeke was so into Alexander that if anything happened to him, Zeke would lose it ande after them, no questions asked. Whatever was inside Alexander might scare him a bit, but it wasn''t a real threat.


    If they killed Alexander just ''cause he remembered, it would be game over for everyone. So, unless they had no choice, they couldn''t go there.


    The more Luke thought about it, the more pissed he got. He kicked over the stool in front of him. "Alexander''s ying us."


    He was dropping just enough hints to make them think he remembered, but not enough to be sure, keeping them on edge. Wasn''t this all just to mess with Luke?


    Aron sighed, looking worried. Back then, he had hesitated. If he had known, he would''ve taken out Alexander.


    But now it was toote for regrets.


    Aron said, "Chill out, at least we can still keep tabs on him. As long as he doesn''t make a move, he can''t touch us. Plus, we still have Quinn, right?"


    "So what? If Alexander hasn''t remembered, even if we take her out, he wouldn''t care," Luke snapped.


    Aron turned to look at Luke. They exchanged a nce and had the same thought.


    "The main thing now is to figure out if Alexander''s got his memory back," Aron said.


    Luke took a deep breath, nodded, and said, "You''re right. Let''s watch how they interact and see if we can pick up any clues."


    To them, Quinn was only useful if Alexander got his memory back; otherwise, she was just dead weight.


    By then, they''d have two ways to control Alexander and wouldn''t believe they couldn''t get him to do what they wanted. Maybe they could even get him to work for them. Quinn had a rough night. She tossed and turned in bed. Usually, Sprout would be fussing beside her, but tonight the room was eerily quiet.


    She wondered how things were going with Alexander. No way he''d know how to take care of a baby, right?RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only


    She was right; Alexander had no clue about taking care of a baby.


    He''d never seen a baby so active at night.


    He sat on the couch, watching Sprout y on the bed. It was already 2 AM, and Sprout was still bouncing around.


    At 3 AM, Sprout found the bottle himself, waved it at Alexander, and babbled something, clearly wanting milk.


    Luckily, the store clerk had suggested a can of form to Alexander, and he had bought it.


    Alexander took the bottle to prepare the form, following the instructions on the back and mixing it up.


    The little guy behind him was still urging him on.


    After getting it ready, Alexander handed the bottle over, letting Sprout drink it himself.


    But after a few sips, Sprout started spitting it out.


    He didn''t just spit it out all at once; he puffed out his cheeks and squeezed it out bit by bit.


    In no time, the bed was a total mess.