She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart Chapter 403: Exposing the Old Green Tea (Part 1)

"Are you a mber of The Hawthorne Family?"

Susan Kensington: "..."

"Has The Hawthorne Family ever acknowledged you?"

Susan Kensington: "..."

Elias Hawthorne’s face was full of mockery, taking his ti to tear her facade apart, ruthlessly exposing her hypocritical nature: "What right do you have to speak on behalf of The Hawthorne Family?"

Susan Kensington’s hand gripping her bag was tense, her veins bulging. Over the years, she had accompanied Vincent Hawthorne publicly as Mrs. Hawthorne, seemingly radiant with success, but only she knew that The Hawthorne Family had never acknowledged her; she had never truly been one of them.

Susan Kensington forced a stiff smile, trying to remain composed: "Elias, what are you talking about? Your father and I have been married for twenty years."

"The marriage law stipulates that everyone possesses the right to freedom in marriage," Elias Hawthorne said.

"What do you an?" Claire North asked, puzzled.

"Fool! The Hawthorne Family adheres to laws, so we can’t stop this old hag from marrying my trashy grandpa. But we can kick my trashy grandpa out of The Hawthorne Family. If my trashy grandpa isn’t part of The Hawthorne Family, even if she marries him a hundred tis, she won’t be part of The Hawthorne Family." Baby Hawthorne looked at Claire North with disdain, thinking how she dared claim to be Little Master’s mom—does she actually believe Little Master is stupid?

Hmph! He will eventually find proof that they are not mother and son!

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd erupted, caras capturing Susan Kensington relentlessly.

Susan Kensington looked unusually grim; the spotlight she usually adored had undoubtedly beco a piercing weapon.

"Serves her right! That old green tea’s face should be peeled off and ground into the dirt," Faye Shelby’s lively eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at Elias Hawthorne, "Master’s aweso."

"I’m aweso too!" Baby Hawthorne patted his little chest.

"Yes, yes, yes, you’re aweso, you’re all aweso..."

"Master..." Elias Hawthorne looked playfully at Raina North.

The latter was mortified.

She glared fiercely at her incompetent disciple.

Elias Hawthorne, usually cold, glanced at Faye Shelby. After a mont, he nodded: "Hmm, you’re not bad."

Smart!

"Wow wow wow, Master praised , ahhh Master did you hear that?" Faye Shelby burst with excitent.

Raina North covered her face, heard it, considering expulsion from the sect.

Just as Susan Kensington was about to collapse, Vincent Hawthorne arrived in ti.

"Move aside, move aside!" Vincent Hawthorne protectively cradled his beloved wife, glaring angrily at Elias Hawthorne and his brother, "Do either of you regard as your father?!"

Elias Hawthorne had exposed not only Susan Kensington but also Vincent’s own facade.

He was supposedly The Hawthorne Family’s sole heir, once openly recognized, yet disowned publicly by his parents, losing his inheritance to his own son.

"Dad, is there sothing wrong with your question? You’ve been kicked out long ago by Grandpa and Grandma. Our dear brothers were raised by them, never tasting a grain of your rice. You birthed them but didn’t raise them, so isn’t it normal they don’t regard you?" Felix Hawthorne sauntered over.

"What did you say, you brat?" Vincent Hawthorne glared at him.

"Don’t glare at . I may be a bit of a bastard, but I know etiquette, and I know I grew up on The Hawthorne Family’s rice. Unlike you, Dad, who sucked Grandpa and Grandma dry when young and now leech off my brothers. Living off others isn’t scary; what’s scary is insisting while doing so. Can’t we have so dignity?" Felix Hawthorne expressed his dismay. As a bastardy moocher, he still had basic principles, finding his father’s foolishness laughable—wasn’t it absurd for his esteed brothers to acknowledge him, given how things turned out?

"Felix, how can you talk to your dad like that!!!" Susan Kensington couldn’t maintain her weak act any longer, simultaneously soothing Vincent while questioning her disappointing son.

Why did they go to such lengths, after all?

"I..."