CHAPTER 533: CHAPTER 533: NEGOTIATION

Leon Keane furrowed his brow, looking deeply at Ian Keane. At this moment, he wasn’t looking at his son with a father’s gaze, but rather with an adult’s: "What do you know?"

Ian Keane met Leon Keane’s gaze and pursed his thin lips: "What Daddy knows, I know. What Daddy doesn’t know, I also know."

This surprised Leon Keane.

It seemed like his son knew more than him?

Leon Keane tapped his fingers lightly on his leg: "Tell me."

Ian Keane pursed his lips, somewhat unwillingly: "There’s nothing worth saying. If Daddy wants to know, you can look into it yourself. I’m just a child."

Leon Keane’s mouth twitched. This little guy wasn’t like an ordinary child. When talking to him earlier, Ian used an adult’s tone, but when questioned, he turned into a child?

Ian Keane didn’t want to speak, and Leon Keane had no way to make him.

"Don’t worry! I will look into it and give your mommy an explanation."

Leon Keane rubbed his son’s head.

Ian Keane dodged, his expression cold: "Just end her directly, and that’s it. There’s no need to affect Mommy’s mood. If Daddy can’t do it, I’ll help you do it."

Ian Keane’s pupils were as dark as ink that wouldn’t dissolve, harboring killing intent. He had seen the video of Julia Sinclair setting fire to burn Mommy alive, including Julia bringing people to kill Mommy—he had seen it all.

After watching, he was angered, wanting to kill, but being by Mommy’s side every day, he could only suppress his inner rage, pretending nothing had happened. However, at night, when Mommy and his brother slept, he would open his eyes because as soon as he slept, the images from the video would appear in his dreams—Julia’s ugly and vicious face becoming his nightmare.

"You are just a child; you cannot do such things."

Leon Keane saw the gloomy expression on his son’s face and was shocked—a six-year-old child’s face shouldn’t show such expressions; he should be at an age of innocence...

Could it be that his son really knew everything?

But how did he learn about things that happened there?

Ivana Monroe couldn’t have told him; could it be... Derrick Stern?

Leon Keane shook his head. Derrick Stern isn’t the type to blabber on, nor would he possibly tell Ian such things.

Suddenly, Leon Keane had a thought—could Ian also be a hacker? A top-tier skilled one?

Apart from this possibility, Ian couldn’t have learned about what happened that night through any other means because he and Ivana only talked about someone setting a fire, and Ivana had no injuries. Ian hadn’t seen the video from that night, so it’s impossible for him to be saying such things now.

Leon Keane internally sighed at his strong genes; this child being smart is a good thing, but being so adept at hacking isn’t. Knowing too much isn’t conducive to a child’s healthy growth mentally and physically.

"I’m not a child; I’m a man. Protecting Mommy is my duty." Ian Keane retorted, adding, "Daddy, I need to seriously tell you something—don’t you dare flirt outside and make Mommy unhappy. If you make her upset, I will be upset, and then I’ll help you eliminate any distractions. Don’t blame me then."

Leon Keane had three black lines on his forehead. What is this kid saying? When did he ever flirt outside? Also, is this kid warning him already?

Hold on, what does this kid mean? Does he think Julia Sinclair is one of his distractions?

Nothing of the sort, okay? He has no romantic feelings towards Julia Sinclair—they were classmates once, and when the principal announced Julia’s brother’s situation through the radio needing donations, he sympathetically accompanied Kyle Sinclair to the hospital.

"I didn’t..."

"Didn’t what?"

Ivana Monroe finished her bath, wearing pajamas. With her slender fingers, she wiped her wet hair with a towel and walked in.

The father and son both froze.

"Your son told me not to flirt around outside. I said I’ve never flirted around; the only one I’ve flirted with is his mommy."

"What nonsense are you saying?"

Ivana Monroe’s face blushed slightly. Really, what are these two doing?

"Daddy didn’t say nonsense. Mommy, remember what he said today. If he dares to let you down in the future, kick him out. My brother and I won’t want him."

Ian Keane came to Ivana Monroe’s side, his little face pressing against her waist. Mommy’s body wash scent was so fragrant; he really liked Mommy.

"You little brat."

Leon Keane wanted to raise a fist at Ian Keane—not because Ian forbade him from flirting, but because he felt Ian truly wanted to kick him out and take over his wife.

~

"Howard Yeats, I really can’t stay at your place any longer. Now that Nicole is back, it’s very inconvenient to stay here. I must move out tomorrow."

Ivy Linden was holding Nicole and saw Howard Yeats’ hurt eyes. Her heart was full of apologies.

During the few days staying here, Howard Yeats was honestly very good to her. She was a normal person, with a heart made of flesh—how could she not be moved?

But gratitude is gratitude; she could never respond to Howard Yeats, which was the best way to repay him.

Ivy Linden recalled when Howard Yeats wasn’t around, the servants at home started throwing her cold looks, saying some unpleasant words intentionally or not. Though they used terms like "how low other women are," how could she not understand? The servants were indirectly insulting her.

Howard Yeats took a deep breath: "Nicole looks tired. I’ll ask Aunt Thompson to take her to bed. I have some things I want to discuss with you."

Ivy Linden instinctively held Nicole tighter, not particularly wanting to talk with Howard Yeats.

What would Howard Yeats want to talk about? She already guessed it.

"I’m tired too; let’s talk tomorrow. I’ll go with Nicole to sleep first."

Ivy Linden yawned, holding Nicole as she got up, wanting to escape into the bedroom to avoid the man before her.

Howard Yeats reached out and caught Ivy Linden’s arm, his eyes deepening: "I have something important to discuss with you. If you’re tired, I’ll make you a cup of coffee to wake you up."

"I don’t want..."

"Nicole, be good, let Aunt Thompson take you to sleep, okay?"

Before Ivy Linden could finish speaking, Howard Yeats lowered his eyes, gently speaking to Nicole.

Nicole’s upper eyelid was fighting with her lower eyelid—her consciousness was blurry, but she trusted Uncle Howard very much, nodding her head: "Mhm, Aunt Thompson carries."

Howard Yeats smiled slightly. Without waiting for Aunt Thompson to come over, he first held Nicole in his arms, rewarding the little girl with a kiss on her forehead: "Good kid, Uncle Howard likes you."

Nicole showed a sweet smile: "Uncle Howard, Nicole likes you too."

Howard Yeats entrusted the little girl to Aunt Thompson, instructing, "Take care of the young lady."

Aunt Thompson’s expression was very shocked—Young Master Yeats has truly affirmed Ivy Linden? Even treating Nicole as his own child?