CHAPTER 5: CHAPTER 5: CALM DOWN, HE’S YOUR OWN SON!

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Elias Hawthorne’s face instantly darkened upon hearing that.

When Elias arrived, he finally understood what "can’t be stopped" meant.

The highly-trained bodyguards of the Hawthorne Family were being chased around the house by a bunch of robots wielding either brooms, vacuum cleaners, ladles or iron pots, while his beloved son sat on one of the robot’s arm, coldly operating the laptop in his hands.

Fortunately, Quinn Thorne was present and timely sealed the door, otherwise, with this situation, there was no way to stop them.

"Everyone, stop immediately." Elias Hawthorne shouted coldly.

Dante Drake and the others quickly appeared, stopping both sides from fighting.

Ten minutes later.

Elias Hawthorne sat on the sofa, face dark, gazing at the rebellious little rascal in front of him.

"Caden Hawthorne, you’ve grown bold, haven’t you? The Hawthorne Family spent so much effort raising you, just for you to turn against your own family for an outsider?"

"It’s Mom, not an outsider." The young lad, formally named Caden Hawthorne, commonly called Baby Hawthorne, solemnly corrected.

Elias’ breath halted, thinking of that mysterious woman, his anger rose uncontrollably.

"She is not."

"She is."

"How do you assume that woman is your mother? Did she tell you?" Elias squinted, clearly in his understanding, Raina North was someone who deceived and manipulated kids for selfish means.

He knew his own child well; though Baby kept demanding to find his mother, he was no troublemaker.

In fact, the boy was brilliant, while in Southgate, many tried to approach Elias through him, but were all effortlessly manipulated by the lad.

This was the first time he was so adamant, surely someone had incited him.

"No one told me, I just know." The little guy arrogantly lifted his head, staring at his father with full disdain, "You were incapable of finding Mom for me, I found her myself, and you lost her again, you’re real capable."

"You..."

"Boss, calm down! He’s your own." White Tiger Lord, Victor Young instinctively blocked the little guy with his sturdy body, turning to speak to the stubborn kid, "Young lad, you’ve grown guts, speaking to your dad like that? No respect at all."

Elias Hawthorne looked at his stubborn and arrogant brat, his temples throbbed painfully.

"Caden Hawthorne, you’re already five, not a three-year-old kid anymore. I’ll tell you once more, that woman is not your mother. Apologize immediately to your Uncle Victor, Grandpa Coleman, and these injured uncles."

"No, I won’t! I’m not wrong! They’re stopping me from seeing Mom, and you too, I finally found Mom, and you lost her, give me back my Mom!"

The little guy shook his head furiously like a rattle, big eyes wide open, refusing stubbornly to bow down.

Or perhaps he couldn’t bow down.

Because he knew that if he did, Mom would disappear.

"Caden Hawthorne!!! Apologize immediately!!!"

"No way!"

Elias Hawthorne, furious, moved to grab him, but the little guy wasn’t easy to handle, slipping away like an eel, especially with his robot friends around.

Bam!

The little guy fled into the bedroom.

And controlled the robots to block the door, refusing anyone entry.

"Caden Hawthorne, come out."

"No, unless you bring Mom back."

Elias Hawthorne’s veins bulged with fury, "Fine, let’s see if you can stay in there forever."

The response was a proud and stubborn humph.

Elias Hawthorne: "..."

The resting room.

Uncle Coleman poured Elias a glass of water, "Young Master, calm down, have some water, the little master is young and foolish, he’ll get over it."

Elias Hawthorne rubbed his temples, "I know my own child, once he believes in something, nothing will change his mind. This time is harder to fool him."

Seeing Elias wasn’t as angry anymore, Uncle Coleman continued, "The little master grew up without his mom, his health is poor, kids are mentally and physically vulnerable and need their mom most; it’s nature. But those evil-hearted people, using a child for their goals, are disgusting. However..."

Uncle Coleman changed his tone, "Young Master, you understand that avoiding it now doesn’t mean it’ll go away later. Lord Coleman thinks instead of guarding sternly, better to eliminate the root cause."

Elias paused in his drinking motion, "You’re suggesting we find that woman? Uncle Coleman, you know those events from back then better than anyone. A woman who could sell her own son for five million, do you think I dare place her near Baby? Baby has caused enough trouble searching for his mom over the years, I know you secretly had people contact that woman, but she never appeared, and why is that, I thought you knew better than me."

He did know; the little master was born frail, facing life-and-death crises multiple times, he secretly sent people to see that woman, but unfortunately, after giving birth, she tied herself to a rich man, fearing her past would ruin her new life, so even knowing the little master was gravely ill, she refused to appear.

"Young Master misunderstood, I wasn’t referring to the little master’s biological mom. As the little master’s father, Young Master’s wife is naturally the little master’s mother. Those people approach and use the little master ultimately to get to Young Master, bluntly speaking, as long as the position of Young Madam Hawthorne remains vacant, situations like this will keep happening," Uncle Coleman said further, "Not just outsiders, but also from the Madam and Lady."

Uncle Coleman had said what needed saying, but he knew that ultimately, it depended on the decision of the man before him.

And Elias Hawthorne remained silent, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

That night.

The bodyguard rushed over urgently, "Not good, President Hawthorne, the little master has fallen ill..."

When Elias arrived, the little guy was curled up in the corner, face pale, struggling to breathe, surrounded by robots who wouldn’t let anyone near.

"What’s going on?" Elias asked, face turning cold.

"The little master won’t allow anyone close," the bodyguards could force their way in, but feared angering the little ancestor.

Elias’ face turned uglier, "He’s courting death!"

Angry as he was, he took up the computer and his fingers danced over the keyboard, in an instant, the arrogant AI drooped its head.

Elias went over and carried the little guy out.

Quinn Thorne immediately approached.

The little guy was already semi-conscious, body icy cold, biting his lip tight, the small face full of stubbornness.

A trace of heartache swept across Elias’ cold and hard face.

This lasted all night, until the little guy finally woke up the next morning.

But once he woke, Elias felt his night’s heartache was for nothing.

Elias Hawthorne: "Eat."

Little guy: "No."

Elias Hawthorne: "Eat, I’m telling you for the last time."

Little guy: "If you don’t bring Mom back, I’ll... I’ll starve myself to death."

Elias chuckled angrily: "You’re growing bold, starving yourself for some mysterious woman, I never knew I raised such an ambitious son."

Little guy corrected him: "It’s Mom!"

Not some mysterious woman!

Even if starving himself to death, he’s protesting and protecting Mom!

Elias’ expression changed, his dark eyes fueled with anger, "Looks like he learned some new tricks, hunger strike protest, but does he think starving will work on me?"

Half an hour later...