Claire North bit her lower lip, looking somewhat troubled.
Gideon North’s face was also quite unpleasant: "I’ll have someone call Raina North back right away."
Brenda Adler angrily said: "Call her for what! If she has the guts, she’ll never return to the North Family!"
Seeing the room in chaos, Old Master North sharply yelled in anger, speaking so urgently that he choked and began to cough.
"Dad!" Gideon North quickly rushed over to support the old master, patting his back: "Don’t be angry, Raina may be immature but we still have Claire, she’s the pride of our family."
Claire North stepped forward and said sweetly, "Grandfather, don’t worry, I’m here for the family."
"Good child." Old Master North patted Claire North’s hand.
Brenda Adler and Gideon North took the opportunity to praise Claire North, subtly expressing discontent about the old master handing all the shares to Raina.
Old Master North could hear it all, and felt especially tired, knowing that Raina wasn’t busy, she simply didn’t want to see these people anymore.
Recalling his granddaughter’s particularly cold expression before, he felt very upset.
The old master closed his eyes: "Alright, I’m tired, you all go out first."
Brenda Adler was just about to speak when Claire North’s glance stopped her, forcing her to close her mouth reluctantly.
Baby Hawthorne sat in the front passenger seat, turning his head to look at Raina: "Mommy, are you unhappy?"
Raina operated the steering wheel with one hand: "Why do you ask?"
"Because," Baby Hawthorne pointed to his brow with his fingertip, earnestly saying, "Mommy, this part is frowning."
Raina was quite surprised, having practiced for five years, she considered herself fairly good at hiding emotions, yet this little guy saw through her.
"I was a bit upset earlier. But now I’m fine, as long as Bobby is by Mommy’s side, Mommy will always be happy."
Baby Hawthorne solemnly promised: "I will always be by Mommy’s side, never separating."
"That’s not possible. Mommy can’t be with you forever."
"Mommy?" Baby Hawthorne seemed devastated, his little face turned gloomy, as if he was about to cry any second.
"When Bobby grows up, he’ll have to get a girlfriend. If I stick to you all the time, wouldn’t I become an evil mother-in-law?"
Baby Hawthorne’s little face flushed red instantly, extremely shy: "I... I don’t want to get any girlfriend. In my heart, Mommy is the most important."
"That’s not okay, if my Bobby doesn’t get a girlfriend, wouldn’t all the girls cry to death? Oh dear, Mommy is so worried, so troubled."
Baby Hawthorne hastily asked: "Worried about what? Troubled about what?"
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Baby Hawthorne said foolishly: "Whichever one Mommy likes, I’ll choose that one."
"Huh? Sounds like something’s going on. Bobby, be honest, do you have someone you like?"
In the warm wind, their voices drifted far away.
Baby Hawthorne had woken up early in the morning, and after a while, he fell asleep.
Raina seized the moment at a red light, pulling out a thin blanket to cover Baby.
Just then, a phone rang.
Raina saw Baby’s eyelashes twitch, immediately answered, speaking in a low voice: "Yes?"
The third brother looked at his phone, puzzled: "Boss, did you go steal something again?"
"You’re the thief, your whole family are thieves," Raina said sharply. "If there’s nothing, hang up the call quickly."
"There’s something, of course there’s something. Boss, someone’s posted about you on Weibo!"