She had long lost interest in matters of love; no matter how good Elias Hawthorne was, he couldn’t move her in the slightest.
Elias Hawthorne’s face was sullen, but he had no choice but to let go.
As soon as he released his grip, Raina North bounced away from him like a rabbit, putting the longest possible distance between them in the shortest time.
Elias Hawthorne watched, his handsome face clouded.
He found that he didn’t like Raina North’s evasive attitude.
This made him involuntarily think that when he had treated Raina coldly before, she wasn’t trying to be clever in front of Grandma; she genuinely didn’t care.
That also meant that, in Raina’s heart, he was still no match for his own son.
If Raina heard Elias’s thoughts, she would surely tell him: "Wake up, man, where do you get the confidence to think you can compete with Baby’s cuteness!"
At this moment, noise came from outside the room.
Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s voice came from outside the door: "Why is this room’s door stuck? Could it be that Baby’s hiding in there again? Aunt Rivers, quickly get the key and open the door, bring the little master out."
Raina didn’t hesitate to turn around.
Elias grabbed her wrist: "Where do you think you’re going?"
"Of course, I’m leaving immediately. Do you want us to get caught in the act? That would make it difficult for you to get rid of me." As the words fell, Raina unhesitatingly broke free, quickly walked to the balcony, pushed open the window, and lightly leapt out.
Elias watched her disappearing figure, his dark eyes clouded.
She may run fast, but does she really think that proves she’s indifferent to him?
If she truly had no hidden intentions, why repeatedly approach Baby? And why step in to marry into the Hawthorne Family in Claire’s place?
Now, by putting on such a display, she only convinced him that Raina had considerable motives.
At that moment, the door opened, and Old Mrs. Hawthorne entered accompanied by Aunt Rivers.
"Baby! Where is my dear great-grandson?" Old Mrs. Hawthorne called out loudly while searching the room: "Elias, where’s Baby?" Follow current novels on Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
Elias’s expression was indifferent: "Were you really looking for Baby, Grandma? I thought you were leading such a large group here to catch a cheater."
Old Mrs. Hawthorne awkwardly replied: "There’s no need to state the obvious. Since it’s out in the open, why not call Raina out? There’s no need to be embarrassed, you two are legally married."
"Gone?" Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s voice unexpectedly rose; her gaze slowly moved downwards, landing on her grandson’s waist and abdomen, exasperatedly saying: "You let Raina go , Elias? Be honest, do you have some sort of problem?"
Old Mrs. Hawthorne earnestly advised: "Never conceal an illness for fear of treatment. You’re so young; any illness can be cured."
Elias’s face suddenly darkened, his aura as frosty as the depths of winter.
Aunt Rivers, frightened and trembling, quickly said: "Old lady, we should hurry and find Young Master Baby, it’s already noon and time for lunch."
"Yes, yes. Find Baby, let’s go find Baby." Old Mrs. Hawthorne speedily walked out with Aunt Rivers supporting her arm.
Her grandson was great in every way, except being too serious. Even an old lady like her couldn’t handle it, let alone a young girl like Raina.
Sigh, it was truly a grievance for Raina.
"What are you doing?" Baby Hawthorne returned to the room only to find his foolish little brother rummaging through boxes and cabinets.
Even that silly husky was draped with all sorts of packages.