Felix Hawthorne couldn’t help but curl his lips. If you asked him, the biggest problem with his dear father is that he never understands the situation.
Does he really think his elder brother cares about having him as a father?
Although his dad treats him well, he must say that having such a father must be quite bothersome for his brother.
Of course, Felix didn’t say anything in the end. He was really afraid his dad would perform an act of dying on the spot, and after all, he’s a filial son.
It wasn’t long before Elias Hawthorne came in following the servant.
Vincent Hawthorne felt much more at ease seeing this, nodded at Elias, and instructed the staff from the civil affairs bureau: "Once the documents are ready, let’s begin." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel·fiɾe·net
The staff replied quickly, hastily took out the necessary documents, and after preparing everything, said cautiously, "Everything is ready."
Raina North turned her head to look at Elias Hawthorne.
Elias Hawthorne’s handsome face was tense, his expression icy cold.
Raina North pressed her lips together, withdrew her gaze, and walked over to the table, picking up a pen.
Elias Hawthorne took note of Raina North’s reaction, his face growing colder like it was covered in frost, and the temperature around him dropped several degrees.
Felix Hawthorne shivered, hunching his shoulders, unable to help leaning toward Jasper Hawthorne, hoping to huddle with his brother for warmth.
Jasper Hawthorne pushed him away disdainfully, damn it, they’re enemies, enemies!
Raina North quickly signed the document, stepped aside, and looked at Elias Hawthorne.
Elias Hawthorne didn’t move, standing there with a dark expression.
For a moment, everyone in the room had their eyes fixed on Elias Hawthorne.
Some elders who never learn from experience couldn’t help but offer their opinions: "Elias, sign it. A woman like Raina North with her kind of experience is not suitable for our Hawthorne Family."
"Exactly, with your status, and the prestige of our Hawthorne Family, we could even marry a princess from Western royalty, let alone any debutante from Southgate. There’s no need to let such an indiscreet woman tarnish our Hawthorne Family’s reputation."
"Indeed, my wife’s side has a grandniece, just twenty years old, not only from a prestigious family but also gentle, beautiful, learned, and cultured. If you fancy her, marry her. She would absolutely fulfil the role of the Hawthorne Family’s matriarch perfectly."
"I’ve got a suitable candidate as well..."
In an instant, the living room turned into a lively matchmaking market.
If it weren’t for a bit of prudence, Susan Kensington would have pushed Rhoda forward.
Luckily, her sense stopped her, realizing it wasn’t the timing. Glancing at the clueless Vincent Hawthorne, Susan Kensington made up her mind to find an opportunity to make a push.
Claire North didn’t possess Susan Kensington’s composure. Upon hearing everyone’s comments, her expression soured, and she couldn’t bear it any longer, saying, "No! None of you are allowed to introduce anyone to Elias! I’m Baby’s biological mother and the woman Elias wants to marry, the future matriarch of the Hawthorne Family!"
The elders shot Claire North a dismissive glance, their eyes full of contempt.
She’s supposed to be the Hawthorne Family matriarch?
Aren’t young girls today all very vain? Didn’t this so-called true daughter from the North Family look in a mirror before leaving the house?
What kind of audacity does it take to confidently believe she can secure the position of matriarch in the Hawthorne Family!
As a result, the room erupted into debate once more.
Claire North was nearly infuriated by their attitude, her eyes reddened immediately, and she stepped quickly to Old Mrs. Hawthorne, choking up as she spoke, "Grandma, look... you’re always the most just; you must stand up for me."
Old Mrs. Hawthorne remained expressionless, "Stand up for what? I think they are absolutely right. With your qualifications, you indeed cannot bear the responsibilities of a matriarch in our Hawthorne Family."