Chapter 349: Chapter 349: This Is My Son!
"Have you all argued enough?" After remaining silent for a long time, an inscrutable expression flashed across Old Master Hawthorne’s face, then he lifted his head and gave Laura Quinn a warning glance, making her close her mouth begrudgingly.
"Annie," Old Master Hawthorne finally turned to Ann Vaughn, his usually kind face now somewhat stern, "Grandpa wants to see this child, what do you think?"
Even though Old Master Hawthorne didn’t question her like the others, Ann Vaughn still felt a tightness in her heart.
Cyrus Hawthorne was raised single-handedly by Old Master Hawthorne. The time the grandfather and grandson spent together far exceeded that of Laura Quinn and Cyrus Hawthorne.
It’s understandable that Laura Quinn doesn’t remember Cyrus Hawthorne’s appearance as a child, but Old Master Hawthorne...
Before Ann Vaughn could answer, Laura Quinn quickly interrupted, "Dad, to prevent Ann Vaughn from denying it, I had someone bring the child here a long time ago, please wait a moment!"
Old Master Hawthorne neither nodded nor shook his head, but a hint of anticipation appeared in his old eyes.
Laura Quinn clearly didn’t notice this, after sending a message to bring Kenny over, she looked at Ann Vaughn’s uneasy appearance with mocking disdain.
Now she knows fear? Soon she won’t have it easy!
Unfortunately, Ann Vaughn didn’t care about Laura Quinn’s expression at all, her slightly focused eyes firmly fixed on the direction of the door, slender fingers gradually tightening on her knees, her nerves stretched thin.
If Kenny shows even the slightest injury, no matter if she’s the Lady of the Hawthorne House or not, Ann Vaughn would definitely not let Laura Quinn get away today!
Not long after, the servant from the villa brought Kenny, whom Laura Quinn had temporarily locked in a room, downstairs, immediately drawing all the gazes in the living room over.
Little Dumpling was still dressed in the black and white little suit Ann Vaughn had carefully selected for him, layered with a same-color down jacket, and wearing a pair of little leather shoes with a British flair — the image of a small gentleman vividly present.
Not to mention, when he lifted his small head, revealing the face under the fluffy hat, the beautiful starry eyes glittering and flickering, nearly melted people’s hearts.
Harold Hawthorne and the two sisters beside him subconsciously gasped, such a soft, cute little baby!
"This... this..." Old Master Hawthorne almost tremblingly pointed towards Little Dumpling, tears even welled in his eyes, so moved he found it hard to put into words, coughing several times.
But Laura Quinn misunderstood Old Master Hawthorne’s meaning, quickly stepped forward to pat his back, comforting him, "Dad, calm down, it’s not worth getting upset over such a disreputable granddaughter-in-law!"
"Cough cough cough—" Watching Laura Quinn block his view, Old Master Hawthorne coughed even harder, almost wishing he could use his cane to push her away!
No sense of perception at all!
"Kenny, come here." At the moment she saw her son safe and sound, the anxiety in Ann Vaughn’s heart finally eased, quickly getting up to meet him.
Due to the drop in temperature today, Kenny had to wear a few extra layers of clothing from his mommy, and as he descended the stairs, he waddled like a chubby little ball rolling down.
Upon hearing Ann Vaughn’s voice, Kenny’s eyes suddenly lit up, and his little legs dashed towards her!
Ann Vaughn just saw a little fat penguin tumble into her embrace, like a homing swallow, her originally anxious and restless heart suddenly settling down.
As long as Kenny’s safe, she’s not afraid of anything.
"Kenny, are you scared?" Ann Vaughn picked Kenny up, softly murmuring in his ear.
Kenny shook his head, "Kenny’s not scared, that mean aunt just locked Kenny up, didn’t do anything to him."
He definitely wouldn’t say that before the servant could take him away, he had already thought of a way to escape from the upstairs, just mentioning it would worry his mommy more, so he chose not to say anything.
"Since the child is here, Ann Vaughn, it’s time you deal with your matters properly." Laura Quinn’s voice rang out again, "Now, you have only two choices."
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn’s heart tightened, shifting her gaze to Laura Quinn, her eyes fearless, "What do you want to say?"
"First, I want you to voluntarily sever ties with Cyrus, take your bastard child and leave S Country, go wherever you wish, just don’t set foot here again!"
The word "bastard" nearly made Ann Vaughn coldly chuckle, the Golden Needle in her sleeve stirred.
But Laura Quinn failed to notice, continuing, "Second, I’ll personally send you to Mordane, and I want you to swear a deadly oath in front of me, that if you ever have any thoughts about Cyrus again, the child in your arms will meet a violent end!"
The color in Ann Vaughn’s face instantly drained, the pain and anger in her gaze unable to be concealed, fury burning her throat, on the brink of losing control.
Meanwhile.
Outside the villa.
A black Maybach sharply rounded a corner and skidded to a stop, the door swung open, and a tall, majestic figure stepped out, his handsome face stern to the point of intimidation.
He swung the car door shut behind him and strode towards the villa.
"President Hawthorne!" Waiting a long time, Mark Joyce hurriedly caught up, reporting, "Miss Vaughn has been inside for half an hour, and not long ago the lady brought your uncle and two aunts to see the old master, something major might have happened."
Cyrus Hawthorne slightly nodded, his narrow eyes deep, allowing no light within.
Mark Joyce was about to say something, but his phone vibrated, showing a call from the hospital, he quickly answered.
"Special Assistant Joyce? Sorry, the results should have been out that day, but the hospital’s information database was attacked by an unknown source, losing a lot of data, which delayed the report..."
"Get to the point, what are the results?"
"This, I think it would be better to tell Mr. Hawthorne in person."
Why can’t it be said directly?
Even thinking this, Mark Joyce still asked the other to wait, then handed the phone to Cyrus Hawthorne politely, "President Hawthorne, Dean Hanson wants to personally tell you the DNA test results."
About to step into the living room, Cyrus Hawthorne hesitated slightly, furrowing his brows tightly, his gaze sharply turning to Laura Quinn.
"...Just a nameless bastard, if you care about him so much, then swear to me! Otherwise, if you continue to stay in the country, I have ways to deal with you!"
Laura Quinn’s vile expression reached a whole new level, akin to a witch in appearance.
"Snap—"
A crisp slap abruptly echoed from Laura Quinn’s face, stunning her!
Immediately, Harold Hawthorne and the others stood up, glaring angrily at Ann Vaughn, "What are you doing? Hitting the elders, you clearly have no sense of filial duty!"
"Don’t talk to me about filial duty!" Ann Vaughn’s face turned cold, her bright eyes seeming to contain a blaze, "Just look at whether this woman even deserves to be called an elder!"