Chapter 1187 Nianmu Is His Birth Mother

• Cayden Moore heard how tired she sounded and caught the weakness beneath it. His broad palm settled on the doorknob and gave it a twist. It didn’t budge—she’d locked it from the inside.
• Alina Rumpley heard the knob turn and snapped to alert. She worried Cayden would ask the butler to bring a key.
• “Cayden, I’m really exhausted.” Her voice thinned, fingers knotting in the sheet. He was so anxious to come in—he must want to grill her about Ivana.