CHAPTER 152: CHAPTER 152: THANK YOU FOR NOT MARRYING (PART 2)

Gideon North’s expression stiffened, but he was not an ordinary person, and immediately smiled like a blooming flower: "Baby, I am your grandpa, your real grandpa."

Baby Hawthorne pouted.

Casper North’s eyes rolled, and he sweetly called out, "Grandpa: Grandfather."

Gideon North’s eyes were full of disgust: "Who is this little brat calling! I am not your grandpa!"

His real grandson is the little prince of the Hawthorne Family.

Casper North turned and threw himself into Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s arms, whimpering, "Grandma, grandpa doesn’t recognize me and even called me a little brat. Grandma, am I a little brat?"

Old Mrs. Hawthorne had always liked Casper North. In just a few days, she had already taken him as her own grandson. Seeing him cry so sadly now, Old Mrs. Hawthorne was immediately anxious: "Be good, Casper. If he doesn’t recognize you, I do. Don’t cry, your crying is breaking Grandma Zane’s heart."

Casper North blinked his eyes, with tears glistening in them: "Grandma Zane, I don’t want to see these people. They always bully me and Mommy, can we drive them out?"

"Of course, we can." Holding Baby Hawthorne, Old Mrs. Hawthorne coldly said, "Didn’t you hear our Casper doesn’t like you? Aren’t you going to leave quickly? Do I really have to call someone to ask you to leave?"

"..." Gideon North’s face was embarrassed; he had never been so humiliated before.

Brenda Adler was even more resentful, needless to say, Claire North.

Originally, her plan today was to make Raina North look bad so that Elias Hawthorne would dislike her and kick her out of the Hawthorne Family. Never did she expect that they would be the ones losing face and being kicked out.

Claire North wasn’t willing to let it go like this. If she left just like that, it would be challenging to come back later.

Especially with Baby Hawthorne being so attached to Raina North.

"Baby, why don’t you and Mommy go live at Grandpa’s house? Mommy really wants you to accompany me."

Baby Hawthorne couldn’t help but sigh: "You know, walking away quietly would be so much better. Why do you have to make me tell the truth? Alright, for the sake of having borrowed your belly before, I’ll tell you one more time. I won’t go to the North Family with you, give up."

"Why?" Claire North was somewhat collapsing: "I know you don’t like me, you like your sister, but no matter what, I am your biological mother. This is something that can never change."

Baby Hawthorne was very unhappy and said coldly, "Can you please stop bringing up things that upset others? This is very unethical."

Seeing the rejection on Baby Hawthorne’s face, a cold light flashed in Claire North’s eyes.

What a heartless little brat, even driving his own biological mother out.

But her expression was pitiable: "Old Mrs. Hawthorne, I know I was wrong. I shouldn’t have, in any case, sent Baby back to the Hawthorne Family after giving birth to him. But I was too young at that time, and in the face of such a big issue, I made the wrong choice out of mere speculation.

No matter what, he is flesh of my flesh. We cannot be separated forcefully."

The more Claire North spoke, the faster her tears fell, and she looked so broken-hearted as if she would faint.

Brenda Adler supported Claire North and couldn’t help but loudly say, "Old Mrs. Hawthorne, you’ve always been esteemed for your moral integrity. Can you really bear to see Baby not recognize Claire as his biological mother?"

Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s expression was even colder, indifferent: "Since Baby is born of Claire North but doesn’t recognize her, you should go home and find out why rather than complain here."

Brenda Adler held back her anger: "We wouldn’t dare. Of course, we wouldn’t dare to complain. We just fear we won’t see Baby in the future."

Claire North cried even harder, her frail body trembling.