CHAPTER 153: CHAPTER 153: DRIVEN MAD BY JEALOUSY

Aiden Grant stood behind, listening to his daughter Daisy and Laura whispering to each other.

His hands, with distinct knuckles, hung by his sides, tightly clenched into fists.

His heart, bitter as endive.

For a moment, he could barely stand.

The so-called dad in Daisy’s mouth referred to Hector Chaucer.

And not him, her biological father.

Aiden Grant was self-aware.

The scene Daisy depicted, of Tiana Linden and Hector Chaucer embracing and kissing, formed a clear image in his mind.

The clearer it was, the tighter his fists clenched.

The blue veins and blood vessels on the back of his hands seemed about to burst in the next moment.

He had never felt suffocated like this before.

So much so that even when a child nearby called him, repeatedly, he didn’t notice.

Hearing another child calling him, Daisy and Laura turned to look, saw Aiden Grant only realizing after a long time, bending down to teach the kids some painting techniques.

The two girls turned back, continuing their whispers.

Laura whispered to Daisy, "Daisy, your real dad looks quite pitiful. But there’s always something hateful about a pitiful person, serves him right to be alone today. You’re right to ignore him."

Daisy snorted, "I’ll never forgive him in my whole life."

Thinking of the man behind her and everything he did to her and her mom, Daisy was about to explode with anger.

Laura quickly comforted her, "Yes, never forgive him for life!"

...

After the art class ended, Aiden Grant sat in the black Hongqi National Gift car, ready to leave the parking lot of Eastmere Kindergarten.

Starting the engine, he drove while calling Christopher Grant.

In the Bluetooth headset came Christopher Grant’s teasing voice.

"Busy chasing your wife and daughter, huh? Finally got time to call me?"

Aiden Grant didn’t respond, he directly asked:

"How’s the thing I asked you to handle?"

Saying this, the black Hongqi National Gift car drove out from the entrance and exit of the Eastmere Kindergarten staff lane.

The car left.

The barrier gate at the entrance automatically fell, making a piercing sound, making Aiden Grant feel irritable.

Thinking of what Daisy said, his chest felt suffocated and dullly painful.

At this moment, it was peak time for picking up children from school.

Aiden Grant drove the car slowly.

Christopher Grant said something on the other side, which he didn’t catch.

Because at the moment, he saw a tall, slender figure stepping out of a black Mercedes.

It was the elegantly charming Tiana Linden.

Aiden Grant watched her exchange a few words with the driver at the open door, "Zane, you go back first. Hector will be here soon, and I’ll ride back with him and the kids."

The driver stood in front of her, respectfully nodding, "Okay, Miss Linden, take care."

Tiana Linden smiled brightly and charmingly, "Mm!"

It had been a long time since Aiden Grant saw Tiana Linden smile so brightly.

But such a smile only appeared in front of Hector Chaucer.

His heart turned sour like a lemon.

As Tiana Linden inadvertently raised her eyes, saw this black Hongqi National Gift car, and locked eyes with him driving it, her gaze instantly turned cold, as if a big tear had been ripped in his heart.

Just now, she could smile so gently at a driver.

Yet, seeing him, she was cold and icy.

Her cold gaze intermingled with her disgust, dislike, hatred, and resistance towards him.

With just one glance, she quickly averted her eyes.

And Aiden Grant, he didn’t get out of the car.

He knew if he walked up to her, trying to close the gap, it would only make things worse.

At this moment, Hector Chaucer appeared in his line of sight.

He walked towards Tiana Linden.

Today, Hector Chaucer was physically and mentally exhausted.

His mother, Lillian Jewel, planned to kill him, tempted by thirty million.

The culprits of last night’s car accident were his mother Lillian Jewel and his father Caleb Chaucer.

The driver was a terminally ill person close to death, who could stab his own throat with a pair of chopsticks even in a detention center, ending his life.

No evidence was left behind.

If it weren’t for the burgundy Hongqi Gregory, customized for him by Aiden years ago, which was crash-proof, explosion-proof, and bulletproof, he would probably be dead or dismembered.

Weaving through the crowd of parents at the kindergarten entrance, Hector Chaucer stopped in front of Tiana Linden.

Without a word, he stretched his long arm and pulled Tiana Linden into his embrace.

The man’s scent, mingled with a pleasant cedar fragrance, wrapped Tiana Linden completely.

This scent Tiana Linden no longer resisted.

Instead, she found it nice.

But she was startled, her whole body tensed, "Hector Chaucer, what’s wrong?"

She was like a frightened bird.

Hector Chaucer felt her tense back, his actions firm but gentle.

Lowering his head, he gently touched her hair with his strong chin, "Let me hold you properly."

The man was obviously full of strength.

But Tiana Linden felt he was suddenly like a wounded lion.

She didn’t know what had happened.

Her hands, hanging by her sides, with nowhere to rest, slowly lifted and fell on his strong back, giving a light pat.

Silent comfort, which revived Hector Chaucer fully.

Only when holding her like this did he feel his heart beating, alive.

Not far away, the man inside the black Hongqi National Gift car had gotten out.

He watched, there at the busy school entrance, Hector Chaucer and Tiana Linden locked in a tight embrace.

They seemed oblivious to the passing parents.

Completely absorbed in this embrace.

Tiana Linden’s familiar side profile, that familiar coquettish look, seemed like a rusty nail, brutally embedded into Aiden Grant’s chest.

Once, that coquettish look belonged only to him, Aiden Grant.

The sweet memories and the sight of Hector and Tiana embracing became a knife stabbing his heart.

A burning bile-like sensation rose in his throat.

Despite just having arrived in autumn, Aiden Grant felt his fingertips colder than winter.

He stood frozen in place.

The wind swirled the fallen leaves at the school entrance, brushing past him.

All the surrounding hustle and bustle were frozen in the still image of Hector and Tiana embracing.

Aiden Grant didn’t know with what heavy steps he crossed the stream of cars, walking towards Hector and Tiana.

At this moment, Tiana realized that Hector Chaucer had held her a bit too long and she struggled slightly.

The man held her silently, his arm strength increasing, not allowing her to leave this embrace.

"Hector Chaucer, so many people are watching."

Hector Chaucer still didn’t let go, "Also including Aiden Grant walking this way."

Then he added, "Don’t you want him to give up? So hold on a while longer."

Oh... so this was why he was holding her?

At this moment, Aiden Grant stopped in front of the two.

His fists clenched tightly.

Jealousy, madness, envy surged within him.

He even wanted to punch Hector Chaucer to the heavens.

But he suppressed all his emotions.

He looked at the egg-sized scrape on Hector Chaucer’s forehead and asked, "I saw your car sent to the repair shop, it wasn’t lightly hit, did you have an accident?"

Indeed, at this moment, he was jealous of Hector Chaucer, jealous to the point of madness.

But Hector Chaucer had always been his best brother, once taking a knife for him, saving his life.

He didn’t want Hector Chaucer to be in trouble.