Elias Hawthorne’s expression was cold: "You sure seem to know a lot. I wonder if you saw it with your own eyes, or if you’ve done it yourself before."
"Elias Hawthorne!" Vincent Hawthorne shouted in fury, rushing forward, ready to fight Elias.
"Enough!" Old Mrs. Hawthorne yelled angrily.
Vincent was exasperated: "Mom, look at what Elias Hawthorne has turned into!"
Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s face was stern: "The one who’s out of line here is you!"
Vincent was incredulous: "Mom! At a time , how can you still protect Elias? Are you really going to let him overlook Baby’s life for the sake of this woman?"
"Vincent, you should be setting an example as an elder. Do you talk to your juniors ? Let me make it clear, Raina is the granddaughter-in-law I recognize. Are you expressing dissatisfaction with me as your mother, or do you really think I would wish harm upon Baby?"
"Mom, that’s not what I meant. I’m just worried about Baby." Thinking of Baby still in the emergency room, Vincent felt heartbroken.
Despite the distant relationship with his two sons over the years, he genuinely cared for his grandson, Baby.
Old Mrs. Hawthorne was unmoved by her son’s despair, replying coldly: "If you’re worried, then keep it in your heart. You don’t need to do anything else. That’s how you’ve been worrying about the kids all these years anyway!"
"Mom!" Feeling utterly embarrassed as Mrs. Hawthorne kept revealing past grievances, Vincent felt humiliated.
But Old Mrs. Hawthorne ignored him, while Elias exuded an air of coldness that warned people to stay away.
Raina North glanced at Elias contemplatively, but didn’t dwell on it, as her attention was solely focused on the closed emergency room.
The others dared not speak any further.
The atmosphere in the corridor was extremely tense.
Just then, the emergency room doors swung open.
A doctor in a white coat emerged. Although he was young, he was the head doctor of The Hawthorne Medical Wing, and a renowned genius in the medical field.
Everyone immediately surged forward.
Old Mrs. Hawthorne urgently asked, "Caleb Shaw, how is Baby?"
As soon as Old Mrs. Hawthorne spoke, everyone turned their anxious gazes on Caleb.
Claire North also watched him intently, her expression tense.
She hoped that Baby Hawthorne wouldn’t actually die, as her plans depended on this mischievous child.
Vincent noticed Claire’s tension, and felt somewhat satisfied; after all, as the birth mother, her concern for the flesh of her own flesh was evident, even though mother and son had reunited not long ago.
Caleb Shaw removed his mask, revealing a fatigued yet handsome face: "The situation isn’t good. Although I performed a gastric lavage on Baby in the shortest time and used an anti-poison serum, the toxin is too potent. I can’t guarantee that there will be no damage to his system."
"This... Caleb, what do you mean by that?"
Caleb’s gaze swept over the worried faces before him and said, "I mean the toxin’s damage to the central nervous system is significant. Even if Baby wakes up, I can’t promise his intelligence will be the same as before."
His words were like a bolt from the blue.
Tears streamed down Mrs. Hawthorne’s face as she choked out, "Baby, my poor child." The rightful source is novel·fire·net
Old Mrs. Hawthorne staggered back a few steps.
Aunt Rivers quickly supported Mrs. Hawthorne, looking at her with great concern while comforting her: "Old Madam, don’t worry. The young master has his blessings. You must hold on. This family still needs you to preside over it, so you definitely can’t lose your composure."