Novel1Evan shot Larry a glare that could freeze hell over! That backstabber, just you wait, I'll cfor you later! Evan turned his attention back to Clayton, his curiosity piqued.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Grandpa, who was that bespectacled Mr. Handsjust now?" Clayton replied with a gentle tone, "Oh, him? He's pretty much family. You see, because of certain reasons, I couldn't always be there for your grandma over the years, and Mr. Handshas been looking after her. I consider him like a son; he's been a great help." Clayton had already included Larry in his will, appreciating his support for Pamela and their emotional bond.
Evan frowned, his expression a mix of emotions as he looked at his grandfather.
Oh, grandpa, you're too trusting, letting your heart lead too much! Speople just don't appreciate kindness, born with a streak of ingratitude! Evan, thinking of the bigger picture, didn't confront Larry right away, choosing instead to cheer up his grandma.
After Larry left the main house, Helen immediately met him in secret.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Did she drink the soup?" Larry, annoyed, "A wild child knocked it over!" "Wild child? The one that popped up this morning?" "Yeah, I was just bringing the soup in with a servant when the kid kicked me, and down I went, soup and all." Helen frowned, "On purpose?!" "Absolutely on purpose! If he hadn't tripped me, I wouldn't have fallen, and the soup wouldn't have spilled." "Does this kid have ssort of backing?" Larry scoffed, "He's just a few years old, barely out of preschool. What kind of scheming could he have? Must be a bad seed, it's in his genes! Don't worry, though, we'll have other chances." Helen's expression darkened, "I heard from the servants that Clayton ordered the kitchen to prepare a feast with all the trimmings for sVIP guests, what's all that about?" "It's all because of that wild child. He resembles Irene Hawkins a bit, and they took a liking to him. Pamela even stopped insisting on going to the pier because of him! Clayton's 'VIP guests' are that kid's folks, they're on their way to the Hawkins family to pick him up." Helen's brows knitted tighter, "..." Larry added, "If there's nothing else, I'll head out. With Pamela in good spirits, I'll try to get another bowl of soup to her." "Alright, go ahead." After Larry left, Helen's face grew even stormier.
Her maid asked, "Ma'am, do you think there's something off with that child?" Helen countered, "A child suddenly shows up, resembling Irene to sextent, don't you find that odd?" The maid said, "I heard the child was kidnapped by traffickers and ended up at the Hawkins family by accident."
"I don't buy it! Why would traffickers bring him to the Hawkins family? And how did he escape from themat such a young age? Besides, the Hawkins estate is swarming with security, how did the traffickers get him in?" "Good point, it doesn't add up. Should we look into the child's background?" "Yes! And the resemblance to Irene is too coincidental for my liking."
The maid quickly added, "But it's not possible he's Irene's child, right?f Irene were alive, why wouldn't she En just cforward herself?" "Of course, he's not Irene's child. Irene's been gone for years, but..." Helen paused, choosing her words carefully,
"Even if he's not Irene's, him looking similar is enough to irk me. Let's dig into the child's background quietly, and want to meet his mother!" "Alright, should we bring them here for you to meet when they arrive?" "No, we can't risk it with Clayton around." mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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