My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot

Chapter 283 - 275: Morgan Has Changed...

Beta Morgan’s shout blew up The Morgan Mr. s’ group chat.

Everyone from the group owner, Aiden Morgan, down to the youngest member, Silas Morgan, came online and spammed sobbing emojis.

’It was like a group of old fathers finally seeing their little cub come of age.’

[Aiden: Who wants to switch with me? I’ll go back to the country and coordinate things.]

[Ford: Alpha, the Old Master is already on it. He’s preparing to visit the Sinclair Family tomorrow.]

[Thunder: Ford, the Madam will be at the old residence shortly.]

[Lightning: You guys are too fast! Ford, Fourth Master is booking a flight. He’ll be in Kingsford tonight.]

[Rain: On my way back to the old residence.]

Soon, Beta Morgan got a call from Aiden Morgan. "What’s the situation? What did the Master say?"

Seeing the chaos in the group, Beta Morgan was already dumbfounded. He gave a couple of wry laughs. "The Master forgot to turn off his listening device. The two of us overheard it."

"..."

Unbeknownst to Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan, the Morgan Family in Kingsford was in an uproar.

***

「That night—」

Just as Aurora Sinclair, once again dressed in her night clothes, was about to head to the courtyard where Ethan Lowell was staying, Alvin Morgan pushed open the wooden door, his eyes glinting as he looked at her.

"Going out again?"

"Mhm..." Aurora Sinclair nodded.

Alvin Morgan walked over and wrapped his arms around her, lowering his head to press his forehead against hers. "What about me?" he asked.

Aurora Sinclair bit her lip. "You should sleep."

"I can’t sleep without you."

"..."

By the time Aurora Sinclair left again, her lips were a little more red and swollen, but thankfully, her mask covered them.

"Come back soon..."

His mournful voice made Aurora Sinclair, who was about to jump out the window, stumble slightly.

It was a bit cloudy today, and the moonlight outside flickered in and out of view.

This time, Aurora Sinclair appeared in Ethan Lowell’s courtyard with great speed.

He was already waiting there respectfully.

"Your Excellency..."

"Sit cross-legged and enter a meditative state."

Ethan Lowell obediently sat down and closed his eyes.

Aurora Sinclair pressed several major acupoints on his body, once again clearing the meridians within him.

This time, the infusion of "Power" was more rushed and not as gentle as the previous night.

A pained expression appeared on Ethan Lowell’s face.

Aurora Sinclair said in a hoarse voice, "Endure it..."

The clearing process, which should have taken another day, was forcefully shortened into a single night.

Aurora Sinclair’s face was a little pale. She swayed a few times before immediately sitting down to regulate her breathing.

"Your Excellency, are you leaving?" Ethan Lowell wiped the sweat from his forehead and knelt before Aurora Sinclair, asking softly.

Aurora Sinclair grunted in affirmation.

"Then when will we meet again?" There was something strange in Ethan Lowell’s voice, and his gaze seemed to have changed slightly.

Aurora Sinclair said in a gruff voice, "We’ll meet again if fate allows."

As the first rays of sunlight touched the earth, Aurora Sinclair stood up and darted out of the courtyard.

She returned to her room before the Lowell Family disciples came out for their morning practice.

Just as she jumped through the window, a pair of large hands caught her.

Alvin Morgan hadn’t slept all night, and his eyes were bloodshot. Seeing Aurora Sinclair’s exhausted face, he felt a pang of heartache and carried her to the bed.

"Get some sleep. I’ll go make breakfast..."

Aurora Sinclair slept until just before noon. When she went out in her disguise, she saw Sylvia Linton talking with Ethan Lowell in the courtyard.

She immediately lowered her head, planning to slip past them.

Sylvia Linton was sharp-eyed and called out to her, "Abby, is your stomach still hurting? Drink some brown sugar water later, and don’t eat anything cold for the next few days."

Aurora Sinclair quickly nodded and hurried out of the courtyard.

Ethan Lowell watched her retreating back, his brows furrowed slightly. He asked Sylvia Linton, who was beside him, "Who is she?"

"That’s Sadie Linton from Linton Village. She and her brother are helping out at our house."

"Her brother?" A hint of inquiry appeared in Ethan Lowell’s eyes.

***

「In the kitchen—」

Alvin Morgan was washing vegetables. Seeing her approach, he smiled and asked, "Not sleeping in a little longer?"

Aurora Sinclair shook her head, took the vegetables from his hands, and began peeling them deftly.

The two worked together in perfect harmony, quickly preparing a large spread of dishes.

After finishing their practice, the Lowell Family disciples ran over to carry the dishes. Among them was a familiar figure.

After entering the kitchen, his gaze kept sweeping over Aurora Sinclair and Alvin Morgan, especially Aurora Sinclair.

Suddenly, he said, "Abby, the chicken legs you make are delicious."

Aurora Sinclair froze.

Ethan Lowell glanced at Alvin Morgan again, his expression growing heavy.

After they left, Aurora Sinclair asked in a low voice, "Did he figure us out?"

Alvin Morgan chuckled softly. "He’s suspicious, but not certain."

In the dining hall, Ethan Lowell wore a very solemn expression. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly threw down his chopsticks and ran outside.

He strode quickly to the upstairs room where Hugo Lowell and Benedict Lowell were lying.

He hadn’t been here since they were crippled.

This was the first time he had come up.

"Did anyone come looking for you?" Ethan Lowell stood by the bed, asking Hugo Lowell with a blank expression.

His eyes were filled with resentment. Aside from reasons related to his parents, the most important thing was that familiar voice from Sunstone.

"Give me your hand." Hugo Lowell didn’t seem to mind his attitude, simply telling him to extend his hand.

Ethan Lowell froze, pressing his lips together and glaring at him resentfully.

"Ethan, put it in Grandpa’s hand." Hugo Lowell’s voice was much gentler, no longer as harsh as before.

Ethan Lowell looked at him for another moment before finally doing as he was told.

Lying in bed, Hugo Lowell suddenly started to laugh after sensing the faint "Power" emanating from Ethan’s body.

His voice was hoarse and low, filled with a sense of relief.

"No wonder the Lowell Family can never compare to them..."

A glimmer of moisture seemed to appear in the corner of Hugo Lowell’s eye as he slowly closed them.

"Hey, you still haven’t answered me. Did anyone come looking for you?"

But Hugo Lowell only said one thing: "Go back and practice your martial arts properly."

Ethan Lowell pressed his lips together, his eyes flickering.

"What’s wrong?" Stephen Lowell, who had followed him, walked in with a frown.

"Dad, why aren’t the new helpers taking care of them?"

"Your grandfather won’t allow it."

"Why?"

Stephen Lowell gave the man on the bed a complicated look and said in a heavy tone, "Your grandfather isn’t used to being cared for by outsiders."

This reason didn’t convince him. "But he let the caregivers look after him before."

Stephen Lowell was at a loss for words.

Just then, Hugo Lowell suddenly spoke, "Ethan, knowing the truth but not exposing it is a form of mastery. You still need more training..."

Ethan Lowell stiffened, his fists clenching abruptly as his eyes grew slightly red.

***

The south was rainy, and a light drizzle began to fall over Silverwood.

The raindrops pattered rhythmically against the eaves, creating a pleasant sound.

Aurora Sinclair rested her chin in her hand, kneeling by the bed and watching the rain outside.

Suddenly, her wrist vibrated.

Leigh Miles’s message appeared on the watch face.

Aurora Sinclair put on her wireless Bluetooth earbuds and tapped the watch face.

Leigh Miles’s somewhat urgent voice immediately came through.

"Senior Sister, when are you coming back?"

"Sinclair is here, and he looks angry."

"He told me to tell you that he’s waiting for you to come back."

A trace of confusion appeared in Aurora Sinclair’s eyes. Alvin Morgan, who was beside her, wrapped his arms around her and asked, "What’s wrong?"

"Grandpa’s looking for me. It seems urgent."

Alvin Morgan thought for a moment, then sent a message to Dean Morgan, who was keeping watch in Kingsford.

Soon, a voice message came back from him.

"Master, congratulations on no longer being single."

"The Old Master, the Old Madam, and the Madam went to the Sinclair Family yesterday to propose a marriage."

Alvin Morgan froze, then glanced at his watch, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"What is it?" Aurora Sinclair looked up at him.

Alvin Morgan nuzzled her hair with his chin and replied in a low voice, "Your grandpa might know about us."

Aurora Sinclair’s body stiffened. She then pushed Alvin Morgan away slightly, a hint of panic in her eyes.

Alvin Morgan hooked an arm around her, pulling her back and kissing her hair again. "It’s okay. I’m here."

’Ever since that first kiss, he’d found that whenever he was alone with Aurora Sinclair, he was overcome with an uncontrollable urge to be near her at all times—to hold her, to kiss her, to make himself the one and only person in her heart and eyes.’

"Aurora, pay attention." Seeing her worried expression, Alvin Morgan nipped her lip in dissatisfaction.

"We can’t let them know," Aurora Sinclair said seriously, pushing against Alvin Morgan’s chest again.

Alvin Morgan: ...

"Am I someone to be ashamed of?"

"No, it’s just that it’ll be a huge hassle if they find out."

"..."

In the end, Alvin Morgan, feeling sulky, held her and kissed her for a long time, until he finally had to go take a cold shower.

Mortified, Aurora Sinclair hid under the covers.

’Morgan has changed...’