Chapter 1074

Maisie smiled and replied, “Waylon is the older brother, so he’s taller than Colton. By the way, even
Daisie is about the same height as Colton right now.”

Nolan and Nicholas walked into the mansion, stunning Hernandez. He retracted his hand and began
wheeling his wheelchair. “Why are you Goldmanns keep showing up one after another? Where is that
old fart? Don’t tell me that he’ll be the one who’ll show up in front of me next?”

Nicholas chuckled and replied. “Nolan’s grandfather has been hospitalized, so I doubt he could show
up here.”

“Titus has been hospitalized?” Hernandez was dumbfounded.

After a short while, he laughed. “He has always been very healthy, but I guess he can’t escape the fate
of getting hospitalized because of his old age. It will be unacceptable if I don’t pay him a visit and laugh
at him.”

He asked them where Titus was hospitalized and ordered the butler to bring him there. He had to go
there and biċker with him.

Nicholas was not surprised at all. However, neither he nor Nolan stopped him. After all, it was time for
them to give Titus a lesson so that he would take care of his body even more.

Several days later, Hernandez went to the hospital. He specifically picked a day when Madam
Hathaway was not there, and Titus was so infuriated that he wanted to discharge himself from the
hospital.

Both of them refused to back down and bickered with each other for a long while. Initially, they all
thought Titus would be very displeased with the arrival of Hernandez, but it seemed like they were



wrong. Now that there was someone to bicker with him, he did not scold his son or grandson that much
anymore.

Since he still had to stay in the hospital for some time, Titus would love for Hernandez to come over
and bicker with him every day to kill his time. Maisie couldn’t help herself and laugh after listening to
the story that Nolan brought back from the hospital. “Do you think their relationship will improve after
this?”

Sitting on the bed, Nolan flipped through the magazine and chuckled. “Who knows? Maybe they will.
After all, they’re already old, and it’s time for them to put their grudges behind them.”

Maisie pulled the magazine out of his hand and sat on top of him. She cupped her hands around his
cheek and said, “You started reading the magazine as soon as you returned. What’s going on? Are you
not interested in me anymore?”

A smile hopped into Nolan’s eyes as he said, “What are you talking about?” He grabbed her wrist and
pushed her into his arms. “There’s no way I would be disinterested in you, Zee.”

“Then why are you still reading the magazine?” Maisie asked as she played with his collar.

Nolan pinched at her chin, lowered his head, and kissed her lips. “That’s because I’m waiting for you.”
He turned around and secured her tightly in his embrace. His breath wrapped around her, and it made
her shudder. She responded by clinging to him. At Bassburgh… #Xyla is a two-timer.

As soon as the post came out, it became one of the hottest posts on Google Trends. Several netizens
remained neutral, while Nathan’s fans were attacking Xyla under the post as well as in the comment
section of her Facebook.

Xyla had just finished her shooting and was reading her script on a folding chair when her assistant
approached her, “Xyla.”



She handed the phone to Xyla and said, “ Look. People are scolding you on the Internet.”

Xyla just glanced at it and replied, “Let them be.” “How can you be so calm? That sc*mbag is slinging
mudse his true face? Do you want them to misunderstand you?” her assistant said exasperatingly.

She opened up her phone and added, “No. I have to explain the whole situation to them.”

The assistant tried to clarify the whole thing on Xyla’s Facebook as well as hinting that it was Nathan
who was two-timing Xyla and slinging mud at her.

However, it did not work as she expected. Instead, Nathan’s fans scolded her even more, and the
comment section was littered with many vicious curse words. Some of them even went to the extent of
telling Xyla to kill herself or saying that she was shameless. Each comment was vicious, and it was
uncomfortable to read through them.

“Are his fans all crazy?” The assistant said exasperatingly, “We should’ve taken a recording when we
had the chance!”

Xyla leaned comfortably in the folding chair and said, “What’s the use of clarification at this point? Can
you provide any evidence?”


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