"The young master actually spoke? Benny, what's wrong with the young master?"
The butler's eyes widened in shock.
Benny scratched his head, looking puzzled.
"The young master, he..."
Could he say the young master was possessed?
Talking nonsense all the way!
Clearly the young master of the Hawke Family, yet continuously denying it!
He must be out of his mind!
At this moment, a car drove into the estate.
Several servants immediately lined up respectfully.
Damon Hawke got off the car, straightened his already tidy clothes, and walked into the villa with a blank expression.
Behind him was Victoria Don, who came along.
"The master is back, Miss Thorne is here too!"
The butler hastily went to greet them, respectfully took Damon's coat.
Damon's thin lips pursed slightly, his gaze fell on the little figure, and he strode forward.
He placed his hand on the boy's forehead to check the temperature.
The man was tall and upright, his features strikingly handsome.
His presence exuded authority, making others hesitant to speak lightly.
Harry Soo stared blankly at the man standing before him, feeling the warmth of his palm, dumbfounded.
What a handsome man!
Who is this?
Looks very similar to that young master!
They must be father and son!
"Benny, you said the young master is talking nonsense?"
Damon withdrew his hand, his dark eyes fixed on Harry Soo.
The little fellow, silent as usual, didn't seem much different than before.
"Uh, the young master just bumped his head, he seems a bit... off."
Harry Soo: "..."
Who's off?
He's the off one!
The whole family is off!
Why can't they see he's not their young master?
Harry Soo furrowed his brows angrily, "I'm not off, you all are!"
Damon: "..."
Everyone: "..."
The little fellow is indeed off!
He actually spoke!
"Oh dear, Charlie, let mommy see if you bumped your head!"
Victoria Don paused, then feigned concern, crouched down and held Harry Soo's shoulders, putting on a coquettish act.
Mommy?
He knew this person!
The wicked woman who bullied mommy, actually the young master's mommy!
No wonder when they mentioned mommy earlier, the young master seemed unhappy.
This wicked woman must treat the child poorly!
Harry Soo's bright black eyes sparkled with cunning.
"Why aren't you speaking? Charlie, tell mommy where you feel unwell? Is your head hurting? Let mommy take you to the hospital, okay?"
Victoria Don feigned gentleness, lifting Harry Soo in her arms.
"Hmm, my head does hurt a bit."
Harry Soo pouted, pulled a bottle from his pocket, and secretively placed its contents into Victoria Don's clothes.
"Your head hurts? Then mommy..."
Victoria was about to speak, but suddenly felt itchy on herself.
As if something was crawling on her.
Soon, a nasty smell wafted from her.
"Ugh, you stink, put me down, I'm going to suffocate!"
Harry Soo wriggled down from Victoria's arms, covering his nose and mouth.
Only his lively black eyes were visible.
Smiling brightly!
Who told her to bully mommy!
He promised, next time he meets her, he'll avenge mommy!
"Ahh! What's crawling on me? Damon, help me check!"
Victoria twisted her body, shaking her dress.
Her large movements exposed much skin, not at all ladylike.
Several male servants quickly hung their heads low, not daring to peek.
Damon's handsome brows furrowed, his gaze landed on the little fellow stifling laughter, his dark eyes deep.
He saw the little fellow's sneaky move.
He had put a bug on Victoria.
How much did he dislike his biological mother?
Actually placed a bug on her to scare her?
Damon's lips pressed tightly together, he stepped forward to remove the bug from Victoria, then stamped it dead on the ground.
"Ahh! My stink bug! You, you devil, villain, you killed it!"
Harry Soo watched helplessly as his pet was ruthlessly stomped by Damon, angrily stomping his feet.
Ha!
The little rascal getting more outrageous.
First, he slipped away without a word, then not only placed a bug on his own mother, but also called his father a villain!
The rebellion stage is way too premature!
Damon's face turned stern, he stretched out his strong arm, grabbed the little fellow, dragging him to a corner.
"Dominic Hawke, are you planning a rebellion? Stay here and reflect on your misbehaviors! Benny, watch over him, no water, no restroom, if he escapes again, you can go mine in Africa!"
The low tone carrying a murderous anger made the servants present silent, shrinking their shoulders to lower their presence.
Is the young master really possessed!
Not a word, yet when he spoke, he disrespected his father!
"Yes."
Benny dared not disobey orders, quickly ran to Harry Soo's side, looking at the little fellow with sympathy and helplessness.
Harry Soo was about to explode with anger, he cried out at Damon's back, "Big villain, I'm not your son, I want to leave here! You better let me hmm..."
His little mouth was once again covered by Benny.
"Young master! Benny implores you, just stop talking, let's be good!"
No one ever dared speak like this to their master!
Young master was more pleasing when he was quiet!
Speak another word, who knows how much heavier the punishment will be from their master!
"Charlie actually placed the bug on me? Is he possessed by something?"
Victoria adjusted her clothes, looking as if she'd seen a ghost.
Damon's cold sharp gaze swept her, filled with great discontent.
"I'll have the driver take you back first."
Actually said her son was possessed by something dirty?
Is this what a biological mother says?
No wonder the little fellow dislikes her so much!
"Damon, you're not taking me?"
Victoria realized her previous words were slightly inappropriate, she hurriedly clung to Damon's arm, sweet-talking him while heading out.
"I have matters to handle, go back yourself."
Damon's face remained cold, drew his arm away from hers.
His firm tone tinged with impatient detachment.
Victoria inwardly cursed a certain little rascal for ruining today's good atmosphere.
She pouted her red lips, leaning into his embrace.
Her slender fingers traced circles on his chest, extremely provocative.
"Damon, Charlie turned out like this, probably because I, as his mom, couldn't always be by his side to educate him. How about I stay over tonight, okay?"
Her face painted with exquisite makeup, her eyes upturned, brimming with allure.
The rich fragrance of expensive perfume, symbolizing the status of an upper-class woman, full of seduction.
Clearly the woman he once slept with, and missed, but at this moment, he inexplicably felt repulsed.
Damon's jawline tightened slightly, he freed her hand, his voice still indifferent and aloof.
"Butler, see her out."
Who knows why, for her, that feeling was long gone!