Chapter 280: Chapter 280: My Dog Is Already Starving for Action (Part 2)
Mom hadn’t even been gone for a week, and this man had already brought the mistress back.
Susan Kensington always pretended to be kind, showering him and his brother with affection in front of others, but wearing a cold face in private.
That was just it, after all, she’s a stepmother. Could you really expect her to love them as their own mother would?
That’s simply wishful thinking.
Later, Susan Kensington got pregnant; after a check-up, it was discovered to be a boy. Wanting to secure the inheritance for herself, it wasn’t surprising she tried to harm him and his brother.
If it weren’t for Grandmother’s vigilance, there would be no him or his brother in this world now.
And what he could never forgive was when Grandmother told Vincent Hawthorne about Susan Kensington’s crimes, Vincent chose to defend and cover for her.
He even tried to frame him, making everyone believe he couldn’t accept Susan as a stepmother, thus framing her.
From that moment, he told himself that his father had died along with his mother, and the person living was just a man named Vincent Hawthorne from The Hawthorne Family.
He would never forgive this man.
He may refuse to forgive him, but in at least one thing, he was right.
If something truly happened to Baby, neither he nor his brother would forgive themselves!
Jasper Hawthorne’s expression gradually turned determined. It seemed he needed to find Raina North again.
In the car.
Claire North looked at Vincent Hawthorne and cautiously asked, "Uncle, are we really not going to do anything about Baby?"
"What nonsense," Vincent frowned and said, "Baby’s safety is at stake. How could I just let it go?"
He only said that earlier because he didn’t want to provoke that rebellious son and push him towards Raina North again!
Besides, if something happens to Baby, his two sons would be psychologically tormented for life. They are his own children, and he can’t bear that.
"I’ve already arranged for Colin to investigate Raina North and Baby’s whereabouts."
Hearing this, Claire North breathed a sigh of relief, but still couldn’t feel completely assured, especially when she saw Vincent Hawthorne’s darkened expression, so she dared not urge him too much.
...
In the teahouse, by the window on the second floor.
The sharply dressed man, holding a large blue and white porcelain vase, was incessantly talking about it: "...This is Yuan dynasty blue and white porcelain, just look at this pattern, look at this shape, how smooth, how perfect. Just two years ago at an auction in New York, a piece of Yuan blue and white was sold for 2.87 million, and it was not even in as good condition as the one I have here. One million, just one million for this Yuan blue and white. Isn’t it a great deal?"
Raymond Thorne admired the Yuan blue and white in his hands and said blandly, "A million for Yuan blue and white is like getting it for free."
"Isn’t it? Ah, if my kid hadn’t run into trouble, I wouldn’t sell this family heirloom at this price. Ah, let’s not talk about it. Come, come, write the check."
Raymond Thorne took out his checkbook and was about to write on it when his pen was grasped by someone.
Anya Forrest looked at Raymond Thorne, "Don’t sign. This Yuan blue and white is a fake."
Raymond Thorne hadn’t said a word before the man couldn’t help himself and jumped up: "This is my family heirloom, what makes you say it’s fake!"
"It’s not fake? Fine, I happen to know someone who works at a museum, let’s have them authenticate it. If it turns out you’re selling counterfeit antiques, you’re looking at a hefty prison sentence."
Saying that she was about to make a call.