Leaving The Hawthorne Manor, the car was already waiting at the gate.
Vincent Hawthorne and Susan Kensington helped Felix Hawthorne into the car, urging the driver repeatedly to head to the hospital.
"Wait... Wait a minute!" The ’fainted’ Felix Hawthorne suddenly sat up straight: "Not to the hospital, take me home."
Susan quickly asked, "Felix, are you okay? Is your heart still hurting?"
"It doesn’t hurt anymore." Felix slapped his chest loudly: "Not a single problem, I’m perfectly healthy."
Vincent furrowed his brows: "No, it’s better to schedule a full check-up."
"No need, really. I’m perfectly fine. I was just fooling you all earlier." Felix said, with no reserve, like a spoiled child with no fear.
Vincent’s face darkened immediately.
Susan, even more angry, gave Felix a hard thump.
Felix cried out in pain.
Susan didn’t feel sorry at all, and said angrily, "You brat, how can you joke about such things! Do you know your father and I were scared to death?"
Felix looked innocently, spreading his hands: "I had no choice, you guys keep provoking big brother. If you manage to really get on his nerves, and he stops letting our family have it easy, what would we do? I’ve lived a life of luxury since birth, what would happen if we lost that comfort?"
Susan, Vincent: "..."
Even though they knew their son didn’t have much ambition, hearing such shameless and spineless words still made them dizzy with anger.
They tried to hold it in, but couldn’t help but smack Felix on the back of his head: "You brat, can’t you show some backbone and make your mom proud?"
Felix rubbed his head, looking at his mom as if she were a fool.
With the opportunity to live comfortably and win without effort, all he had to do was spend money to enjoy life. Who wouldn’t envy such a life? His mom was the one who couldn’t think straight, pushing him into power struggles.
For heaven’s sake, can’t she see her own genes and understand her son’s nature?"
Damn, she’s really starting to wonder if this little devil is Autumn Forrest’s son, otherwise how could he be so infuriating!
In the hall of The Hawthorne Manor.
After Vincent’s family of three left, the other elders, despite their unwillingness, didn’t dare to say any more.
They could only mutter a few words before slipping away.
Claire North still refused to leave, having gone through so much trouble only to end up with this result, it was really frustrating for her.
Seeing Raina North walking towards her, she quickly put on a smile: "Sister..."
"Stop!" Raina unceremoniously interrupted; "If I remember correctly, when you brought the reporters to The Hawthorne gate to denounce me some time ago, you clearly stated you would never call me sister again? So why the change of mind now? Looking to experience the joy of slapping your own face? Or do you think you’re too thin and want to ’eat your words’? Or perhaps you’re plotting something sinister again?"
Raina’s words were no different from ripping Claire North’s face off and rubbing it on the ground.
Claire’s face was extremely unpleasant, holding back her anger: "Sis... can you stop being like a porcupine, pricking everyone you meet?"
Elias Hawthorne suddenly spoke up: "You wish."
Claire was confused: "What do you mean, wish what?" Thɪs chapter is updated by Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
"Prick you." Elias, as he spoke, cast Raina a knowing glance, wiped the corner of his mouth, with a nostalgic look in his eyes.
Obviously recalling the day at The Veridian Institute of Medicine when he forcefully kissed Raina.