Aidan Lynch had just let out a sigh of relief, thinking his boss was as wise as ever, when the next second he got slapped in the face by reality.
Hearing this, Casper North was overjoyed and quickly ran over on his little legs.
A large hand took hold of a small hand.
The solid warmth of the palm was transmitted through.
Hard, yet still warm.
Unlike the soft hands of mom.
Is this how daddy feels?
After breakfast, Raina North contacted the third sibling, and upon learning that Casper was safe, she took Baby Hawthorne to the hospital.
Old Master North had narrowly escaped death yesterday. Although he was awake now, he was still very weak and needed to stay in the hospital for a few days for observation.
When Raina North arrived, Old Master North had just finished breakfast.
Seeing Raina come over, Old Master North immediately showed a smile.
"Raina has come." Old Master North’s gaze fell on the child beside Raina.
Raina led Baby Hawthorne to the bedside: "Bobby, this is mommy’s grandpa, call him great-great-grandfather."
"Great-great-grandfather." Baby Hawthorne obediently called out.
Old Master North was slightly taken aback but quickly returned to normal, looking kindly at Baby Hawthorne, "Good child. This must be the little prince of The Hawthorne Family."
After waking up yesterday, he immediately had everything investigated and knew what those fools of his family had done.
"Grandpa, this is my child," Raina said firmly.
Old Master North sighed, "Child, you’ve been wronged."
Obviously, Old Master North did not catch the implication in Raina’s words.
"But this child happens to be destined with you, look at those eyebrows and eyes, just like you, no different from a biological mother and child."
"I was born from mommy," Baby Hawthorne leaned close to Raina, disliking when others said he wasn’t the biological child of his mommy.
The reliant look made Old Master North pause, then he laughed. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novelꜰire.net
"Alright, alright, he’s your biological child, your biological child." He then turned to Raina, "This child is remarkable."
"Of course," Raina ruffled Baby Hawthorne’s small head with pride, her son.
Old Master North saw them and suddenly seemed to have something left unsaid.
Noticing this, Raina knew the old master wanted to speak: "Bobby, go sit on the sofa and watch TV for a while, mommy has something to say with great-great-grandfather."
Baby Hawthorne did not want to leave mommy’s side for even a minute, but since mommy had spoken, he obediently agreed.
"Young master, Auntie Warren will keep you company, Auntie Warren has lots of goodies..."
The lounge was just next door, the door open, and from her angle, she could see the little one’s silhouette sitting obediently watching TV; only then did she turn to Old Master North.
"Grandpa, what do you want to say?"
"Raina, I know everything now. Your parents and Claire went too far this time."
Raina made no comment. As early as five years ago, she had stopped having expectations from these people, so there was no room for disappointment.
"Grandpa is old, I fear I won’t live much longer, and I just want to arrange everything before I leave, to pay back what I owe you."
Raina was about to say that it wasn’t necessary, but was interrupted by Old Master North.
"Listen to me first, I’m most at ease leaving Northwind with you. Whether it’s your dad, or your second or third uncle, none of them are good at running a pharmaceutical company. Northwind is a pharmaceutical company, a company for healing and saving lives, but those people only see money and profit. Only you, you’ve been by my side, studying pharmaceuticals since you were young, I know your talent and ability better than anyone, you are the most suitable person to inherit Northwind."