"Raina, the internet exposed that Claire North is actually the biological mother of the Hawthorne family’s young master. Did you steal your sister’s identity, marry into the Hawthorne family, and plot to harm the young master to seize power? Is this true?"
"Raina, someone died after taking your anti-cancer medication. Do you have anything to say about this?"
"Raina, the internet exposed that you don’t even have a pharmacist’s license. Is this true?"
"Please step aside, our Young Madam does not accept interviews."
The Hawthorne family’s bodyguards were indeed professional, quickly surrounding Raina in a circle.
Raina casually came to stand in front of Claire North.
Looking down at the kneeling, pale-faced Claire North, "Claire, it seems the lesson I gave you last night was too light."
Claire North shuddered a little, looking at Raina in fear: "Sister..."
"Shut up, I can’t stand a sister like you." Raina was really annoyed with Claire North , "Aren’t you tired of always acting this way?"
Claire North shed tears of grievance: "Sister, I beg you, do whatever you want to me, just let Baby go, he’s still a child."
Saying this, Claire North only kept pleading by bowing to Raina repeatedly, saying again and again to spare Baby and target her instead.
Her actions were like she was possessed.
It moved people deeply.
"Claire, enough, don’t demean yourself any further." Brenda Adler tried to stop her with heartache but simply couldn’t "stop her" and could only turn to Raina for "help." "Raina, in mom’s heart, both you and Claire are my daughters, both are flesh and blood. You have been the sole daughter in the family since you were young, and you’re used to being independent, feeling that Claire’s return to The North Family has taken everything from you.
So these years, you’ve bumped heads with Claire, wanting whatever she has. Even to outshine Claire, you married into the Hawthorne family, but none of this is Claire’s fault, nor is it the child’s fault. Spare Baby, return him to Claire. The most update n0vels are published on novel·fiɾe·net
Rest assured, Claire will not contest anything with you. She just wants the child. The title of the Hawthorne family’s Young Madam is yours, Elias Hawthorne is yours."
"Lady, you keep talking about ’both are flesh and blood,’ daughters are daughters whether biological or adopted, but every word shows you stepping on the adopted and protecting the biological daughter. Do you really think no one protects our Raina?" Old Mrs. Hawthorne stormed out from inside the door with great presence, accompanied by two little ones by her side.
Of course, little Shea North had been deliberately dressed up.
She was a national treasure daughter, with so many reporters outside, she couldn’t expose herself.
She should have stayed inside, but seeing so many people bullying her mommy, how could she bear it?
Raise sons for old age, raise daughters for support.
If she doesn’t support her Raina now, when would she?
"Brother, isn’t daddy, our idol, mommy’s husband? Isn’t the Hawthorne family’s Young Madam mommy? How come this lady says everything should belong to her daughter?" Shea North’s childish voice was crisp and pleasant, piercing everyone’s ears exceptionally clearly.
Master North glanced coldly at the mischievous witch-like mother and daughter pair, his expression as arrogant as ever: "Stupid! In the eyes of a robber, everything in this world belongs to them, naturally including our stepfather. This is called the robber theory."
"Oh, she’s pretty impressive then. So ugly yet so confident." Shea North looked full of "admiration" at Claire North on the ground, tilting her head, "But daddy isn’t blind, how could he be interested in such an ugly woman? Look, her mouth is crooked."
Casper North leaned closer to Claire North, scrutinizing her: "Indeed, it’s crooked. Aunt, where did you find a quack doctor? This technique is really not good. How about I introduce you to some good cosmetic surgeons to fix it up? You just need to give me a small referral fee. How’s that? Are you surprised, excited?"