"The young master actually spoke? Abin, what's wrong with the young master?"
The butler's old eyes widened in shock.
Abin scratched his head, looking puzzled.
"The young master he..."
Could he say the young master was possessed?
He talked nonsense the whole way!
Clearly he's the Hawke Family's young master, yet he kept denying it!
Did he hit his head too hard?
At this moment, a car drove into the estate.
A few servants immediately stood in a row, faces full of respect.
Damon Hawke got out of the car, tidied his not-so-ruffled clothes, and walked into the villa expressionlessly.
Victoria Don, who had come along, followed behind him.
"The young master is back, and Miss Don is here too!"
The butler hurried to greet them, respectfully taking Damon Hawke's coat.
Damon Hawke lightly pursed his lips, his gaze falling on the little one, stepping forward quickly.
He placed his hand on his forehead, checking the temperature.
The man was tall and handsome, almost unrealistically so.
As he walked, he carried an authoritative air that made people hesitant to speak lightly.
Harry Soo watched the man who approached him, feeling the warmth in his palm, staring dumbly.
What a handsome guy!
Who is he!
He looks a lot like that young master!
Are they father and son?
"Abin, did you say the young master was talking nonsense?"
Damon Hawke withdrew his hand, staring fixedly at Harry Soo with his dark eyes.
The little fellow, not speaking, seemed no different than usual.
"Uh, the young master just hit his head, seems a bit... not quite right."
Harry Soo: "..."
Who's not right?
He's not right!
The whole family isn't right!
How can they all be so blind, not seeing he's not their young master?
Harry Soo frowned, angrily saying, "I'm not the one who's not right, it's you all who's not right!"
Damon Hawke: "..."
Everyone: "..."
The little fellow is indeed not right!
Actually opened his mouth to speak!
"Oh dear, Charlie, let Mommy see, did you hit your head too hard?"
Victoria Don paused for a moment, then feigned urgency, squatting down to grasp Harry Soo's shoulders, looking softly dramatic.
Mommy?
He recognized this person!
The bad woman who bullied Mommy, actually the mommy of this young master!
No wonder earlier when they mentioned Mommy, the young master looked unhappy.
This bad woman must usually treat that child poorly!
Harry Soo's bright dark eyes rolled, revealing a hint of mischief.
"Why aren't you speaking again? Charlie, tell Mommy, where do you feel unwell? Does your head hurt? Mommy will take you to the hospital, okay?"
Victoria Don feigned gentleness, picking up Harry Soo.
"Hmm, my head does hurt a bit."
Harry Soo pouted, pulling a bottle from his pocket, then sneakily put the contents into Victoria Don's clothes.
"Head hurts? Then Mommy..."
Victoria Don was about to speak but suddenly felt a bit itchy.
Like something was crawling.
Immediately, an unpleasant smell wafted from her.
"Hmm, you smell so bad, let me down quickly, I'm gonna be suffocated!"
Harry Soo wriggled, sliding off Victoria Don, covering his mouth and nose.
Only revealing a pair of animated dark eyes.
Grinning!
Serves her right for bullying Mommy!
He said before, next time he meets her, he'll stand up for Mommy!
"Ahhh! What's crawling on me! Damon, look quickly!"
Victoria Don twisted her body, shaking her dress.
Her movements were so large, revealing a lot of skin, lacking any ladylike demeanor.
The surrounding male servants quickly lowered their heads, not daring to glance directly.
Damon Hawke frowned, his gaze falling on the laughing little fellow, his dark eyes deep.
He saw the little fellow's small actions just now.
He had put a bug on Victoria Don.
How much does he dislike his own biological mother?
Actually caught a bug to scare her?
Damon Hawke pursed his lips tightly, stepped forward to shake off the bug from Victoria Don, and stomped the bug that fell to the ground.
"Ahhh, my bug! You, you, devil, villain, you killed it!"
Harry Soo watched as his little pet was ruthlessly stomped to death by Damon Hawke, angrily stamping his feet.
Ha!
The little thing is becoming more and more rebellious.
First running away silently, then not only putting bugs on his biological mother but also calling his father a villain!
This rebellious phase is way too early!
Damon Hawke's face was stern, and with a stretch of his powerful arm, he lifted the little fellow to the corner.
"Dominic Hawke, you want to rebel? Honestly stay here and reflect! Abin, watch him, don't let him drink water or go to the bathroom, if he runs away again, you can go to Africa to mine!"
His deep tone carried a murderous anger, making all the servants on site tremble, lowering their presence.
The young master really seems possessed!
Either doesn't speak or speaks disrespectfully towards his father!
"Yes."
Abin didn't dare defy orders, quickly running to Harry Soo's side, looking at the little fellow with sympathy and helplessness.
Harry Soo was about to explode with anger, and shouted at Damon Hawke's back, "Big villain, I'm not your son, I want to leave here! Let me go, um..."
His little mouth was again covered by Abin.
"Little master! Abin begs you, please stop talking, let's be good!"
No one has ever dared to talk to the master like this!
Little master is more likable when he's not speaking!
Speak a few more words, who knows how much harsher the punishment from the master will be!
"Was it really Charlie who put the bug on me? Is he possessed by some filthy thing?"
Victoria Don was tidying her clothes, with a ghost-seeing expression.
Damon Hawke's sharp eyes swept over her, full of dissatisfaction.
"I'll have the driver take you back first."
Accusing his son of being possessed by a filthy thing?
Is this something a biological mother should say?
No wonder the little fellow dislikes her so much!
"Damon, you're not sending me?"
Victoria Don also realized her words were a bit much, she quickly grabbed Damon Hawke's arm, while sweetly coquettish, walking out.
"I have other matters to handle, you go back yourself."
Damon Hawke, with a cold face, withdrew his arm from hers.
His firm tone was permeated with impatient detachment.
Victoria Don silently cursed the little thing for ruining today's nice atmosphere.
She pouted, coquettishly leaned into his embrace.
Long fingers drew circles on his chest repeatedly, extremely teasing.
"Damon, Charlie became like this probably because as his biological mother, I can't stay by his side to educate him. How about I stay tonight, okay?"
The woman's face was adorned with elaborate makeup, her eye tails slanted up, exuding a touch of allure.
The overwhelming expensive perfume smell demonstrated the status symbols of an upper-class woman, full of temptation.
Clearly a woman he had once slept with and missed, yet at this moment, it inexplicably disgusted him.
Damon Hawke's jawline slightly tightened, he reached out to pull her hand away, his voice still distant and indifferent.
"Butler, see her out."
Not sure why, but his initial feelings towards her had long faded!