CHAPTER 129: CHAPTER 129: WHY ARE YOU BLOCKING MY WAY (1)

Claire North’s heart pounded fiercely, a bad premonition surged inside her. Before she could speak again, she saw Baby Hawthorne leap up, running and shouting, "Help! Help! This woman is going to kill me."

Claire North’s face changed suddenly, you go chase Baby Hawthorne, absolutely can’t let this child talk nonsense here.

Baby Hawthorne’s shout quickly attracted several servants, even Old Mrs. Hawthorne hurriedly came out of the room hearing the commotion.

"Baby! What’s wrong!"

"Grandma Zane, please save me! This woman is going to kill me!"

Baby Hawthorne dove into Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s embrace. His small body trembled, his pale little face full of panic: "I accidentally pulled her hair, and she wants to hit me. Grandma Zane, I’m so scared."

"Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, Grandma Zane will stand by you." Old Mrs. Hawthorne comforted Baby Hawthorne, raising her head, her sharp gaze like a knife shot at Claire North: "Claire North, who allowed you to touch my grandson!"

Claire North’s face was slightly pale, but she was not flustered: "Grandma, you misunderstood, Baby was teasing me just now. I know you have doubts about me, but I want to tell you, Baby is flesh of my flesh, how could I bear to hit him?

Just now I chased him only because I was afraid he might fall, I didn’t expect he would slander me like this. It’s my fault as his biological mother; if I wasn’t so incapable, forced apart from the child, he wouldn’t reject me so much."

Claire North said as tears fell down her face.

Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s expression slightly softened.

But she still didn’t believe Claire North, always feeling the girl had too many schemes.

Yet, she believed Claire North wouldn’t actually harm Baby, after all, they are a blood-related mother and son.

Claire North saw clearly, feeling triumphant, it seemed this old lady wasn’t so difficult to deal with.

Baby Hawthorne’s face, this woman’s is really big.

Claire North said, "Baby, don’t disturb Grandma anymore, mommy will accompany you to rest. Later I’ll tell you a story, okay?"

Old Mrs. Hawthorne was somewhat moved, no matter what, she hoped her great-grandchild could grow up beside his biological mother.

Casper North walked over slowly, said: "Grandma Zane, you mustn’t let Baby go with this woman, she’s bad, she’ll threaten Baby. If you don’t believe me, listen."

While speaking, his small hand pressed the watch on his wrist, and then a voice came—

[If you dare not obey, don’t blame me for counting all this on Raina North. She lured my son to be estranged from his birth mother. No matter what I do, Raina has to bear it. Otherwise, guess, how I might deal with her?]

...

Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s face immediately darkened.

Claire North was instantly anxious: "No! It’s not like this! Grandma, Baby deliberately teased me, I could not help but say such angry words."

"Grandma Zane, I did tease her." Baby Hawthorne hung his head, said pitifully: "I thought she was mommy.

Mommy used to never get angry..."

Speaking this, his voice laced with sobs.

Casper North couldn’t help but secretly gave a thumbs up to the convenient big brother, the acting was really good.

"Did you hear that? The child likes you, how could you do this! It really makes me so disappointed!" Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s voice was not loud, yet filled with authority.

Claire North couldn’t help but shiver, feeling her legs going weak: "Grandma, I..."