CHAPTER 102: CHAPTER 102: THIS IS YOUR BIRTH MOTHER (2)

Baby Hawthorne turned his head and followed Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s gaze, seeing a woman dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, delicate and pretentious. He was utterly confused.

Mommy, where are you?

Claire North couldn’t hold back any longer and immediately stepped forward: "Baby, my child, Mommy has finally met you."

As she spoke, she was about to embrace Baby Hawthorne.

Baby Hawthorne dodged without hesitation, frowning, he asked Old Mrs. Hawthorne: "Grandma Zane, who is this person? How can she randomly claim a child, is she out of her mind?"

Old Mrs. Hawthorne glanced at Uncle Coleman: "Explain to the young master."

"Yes." Uncle Coleman carefully explained the situation and finally said: "Young master, she really is your birth mother."

"Impossible! You’re not my mommy."

Claire North’s eyes reddened: "Baby, listen to me. Back then, Mommy was forced to send you back to the Hawthorne Family. I’ve missed you so much over the years."

Baby Hawthorne’s expression was icy: "My mommy is Raina North, not you, fraud."

"Raina North? Oh, she’s my older sister, you should call her Aunt. My sister has always been jealous. After knowing your daddy proposed to The North Family, she impersonated me and married into the family. I know she has been dedicated to you to find her place in the Hawthorne Family. But, no matter what, I’m your mommy."

Casper North’s eyes flashed with coldness, this wicked woman dared to speak ill of his mommy!

Baby Hawthorne exclaimed angrily: "I may be young, but I’m not stupid. Do you think you can deceive me?"

"Baby..." Claire North reached out, intending to forcibly hug Baby Hawthorne.

"Get away!"

Baby Hawthorne pushed her away without hesitation and pulled Casper North like a whirlwind out of the parlor.

Claire North, caught off guard, was knocked unsteady by Baby Hawthorne. If it weren’t for Uncle Coleman catching her, she might have fallen on her backside. Even so, her foot twisted, and she couldn’t help but cry out in pain.

Old Mrs. Hawthorne walked over: "Baby is just not familiar with you, don’t blame him."

Claire North masked the coldness in her eyes, smiling gently: "How could I blame him? Baby is my son, I’m too worried about him to ever blame him. Besides, it’s not the child’s fault, it’s my failure as a mother."

Old Mrs. Hawthorne nodded, her expression indifferent: "It’s good that you know. I hope you can fulfill your responsibilities as a mother in the future."

Claire North quickly nodded: "Don’t worry, madam. I will certainly take good care of Baby in the future. No matter how long it takes or what method, I will make Baby recognize me as his mother."

Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s expression slightly eased.

Seeing this, Claire North cautiously asked: "Then, can I stay here? I want to spend more time with the child."

Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s gaze sharpened again.

Claire North’s expression stiffened, at that moment, she felt all her little thoughts and schemes were laid bare.

When she almost couldn’t hold on, Old Mrs. Hawthorne finally looked away.

Claire North breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling her back drenched in sweat.

Old Mrs. Hawthorne instructed lightly: "Uncle Coleman, prepare a guest room for Miss North. Make sure she knows the rules of the Hawthorne Family. After all, she is Baby’s birth mother, and we can’t let her embarrass Baby and Elias."

Uncle Coleman responded promptly: "Miss North, this way please."

"Grandma, I will take my leave first."

As Claire North turned around, the dignified and kind expression on her face twisted into a ferocious look.