"Alright, I’ll let go now."
As she spoke, Raina North flicked her wrist.
Vincent Hawthorne stumbled back a few steps; if not for Susan Kensington supporting him, he would have fallen hard on his backside.
Raina apologized with a smile, "Sorry, I can’t help but get rough when dealing with losers. Mr. Hawthorne, please be the bigger person and forgive me."
Vincent was about to explode with anger. "How dare you lay a hand on your elders? Is this how you were raised? No wonder you’re an orphan that nobody wants!"
Raina’s expression turned cold in an instant. Even to this day, her origins remained a sore spot.
What was different now was that she was no longer the Raina North who could be trampled on without fighting back.
Just as she was about to speak, Elias Hawthorne spoke up.
"You’re right. Indeed, an orphan that nobody wants, lacking in manners." Elias’s voice was calm, but his eyes were cold like ancient glaciers under the Arctic ice: "When you abandoned us and mom for the woman outside, didn’t you foresee that Jasper and I would grow up ?"
Jasper Hawthorne stood behind Elias, looking at Vincent with full contempt.
Only then did Vincent realize his mistake and hurriedly said, "Elias, Jasper, you misunderstood, I was referring to Raina."
"Does it make a difference?" Elias’s voice was even calmer: "We’re all just in the same boat."
"Elias..." Vincent never expected Elias to say such things and for a moment didn’t know how to respond.
Susan Kensington took in Vincent’s expression and sighed, saying, "Elias, I’ll admit it was a mistake your father and I made back then, but since it’s in the past, perhaps we shouldn’t dwell on it, especially not now. No matter what, your father ultimately wants what’s best for you. Speaking , aren’t you intentionally hurting him?"
Vincent felt somewhat displeased after hearing his wife’s words.
Though his two sons were indeed bright and savvy, they seemed to lose their heads every time they encountered Raina.
He rebuked them mercilessly, "I think you two brothers are truly enchanted, being twisted around by a woman , you..."
"Dad! You’ve worked hard, you’re tired." Suddenly, Felix Hawthorne came forward, pushing Susan aside, and wrapped his arm around Vincent’s: "Let’s go back and rest."
"Dad, I’m really tired, truly, please rest with me."
Susan didn’t want to leave just like that: "Felix Hawthorne, stop fooling around."
"I’m not fooling around, I’m seriously very tired, and my chest is a bit painful." Felix clutched his chest and moaned, "It hurts, really hurts, Dad! Mom! Help me!"
Saying this, he lay on the floor clutching his chest.
Susan suspected her troublesome son was faking it, but given his usual frail health, she didn’t dare take the risk. She hurriedly called for the servants to help Felix out of the hall.
Vincent also couldn’t stay any longer; he quickly followed, not once looking back at Elias and Jasper.
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Old Mrs. Hawthorne watched and felt deeply saddened.
But it wasn’t for Vincent—as her son had always been a scoundrel—but for her two grandsons.
Such good children, how could Vincent be blinded enough to abandon them?
Aunt Rivers supported Old Mrs. Hawthorne, calling her name with great concern.
"It’s alright, I’m fine." She had to take good care of herself; otherwise, when that scoundrel son acted out, there would be nobody to rein him in.
No matter what, Elias was her son and going head-to-head with that old scoundrel would only hurt him.