Chapter 222: Chapter 222: An Adult Arguing with Children?
Leon instinctively picked Timmy up, his dark eyes watching Timmy’s handsome little face beam with a bright smile. He nodded; this kid had a touch like him, willing to take the initiative.
Unlike Ivana, more like Ian, the type that’s quietly passionate.
Smooch!
Little Timmy planted a kiss on Leon’s cheek, his eyes curving like crescents and gazing at him.
Leon’s handsome face started to heat up, his eye color flickering, feeling a bit slapped because Timmy’s gesture was just like Ivana kissing Ian.
Alright then! It’s not Ivana; he’s actually the quietly passionate type.
"Daddy, Mommy, can we go out to eat today? Timmy hasn’t gone out to eat for a long time."
"Sure, what do you want to eat, Timmy? Daddy will take you there."
Leon said dotingly.
Ivana noticed that Leon was focused on Timmy, ignoring Ian in her arms. She disapproved a bit, gently patted Ian’s back, and softly asked, "Ian, what do you want to eat?"
Ian, relaxing on Ivana’s shoulder, was enjoying the warmth of motherly love but grew nervous at Ivana’s question, as if afraid she might notice something.
He mumbled, "Anything."
With Ian’s response, Ivana couldn’t quite discern Ian’s current state of mind. Was he a bit upset about Leon paying so much attention to Timmy, or was he hiding his true emotions?
Leon carried Timmy to the car first. Wouldn’t he understand his own son?
When Ian was angry, he definitely wouldn’t have this expression. That little rascal was clinging to Ivana!
Leon felt a bit sour inside; even though he was also holding his son, it didn’t feel right, as his wife was being monopolized by another son.
Leon mused, why on earth that one night, did his little tadpole become so powerful? Gifted him with two sons? If there was only one, he wouldn’t let his son have the chance to snatch away his wife.
Ivana climbed into the car carrying Ian; she first placed Ian in the back seat where he immediately grabbed her hand.
"Mommy, you sit in the back too."
Ivana laughed, finding this little boy quite adorable, as she climbed in, the driver’s seat... Leon’s handsome face turned dark.
Ian... you’re so clueless!
Ivana is his wife; she should sit in the wife’s special seat, you little brat taking your dad’s woman and gotten addicted to it?
Leon spoke to Ian.
Ivana closed the car door and threw Leon a scornful look, "Don’t mention Ian, you’re such a big person, why are you still fussing with kids? I’m just sitting in the back."
Timmy chuckled, "Daddy, so embarrassing."
Ian quietly snuggled up to Ivana, his cheek secretly brushing against Ivana’s arm: Cozying up to Mommy, so comfortable!
Leon glimpsed Ian’s little gestures through the car mirror, feeling another wave of jealousy. This quietly passionate brat just hogs Ivana, completely inconsiderate of his poor father, lacking Timmy’s spirit to protect Ivana, and doesn’t help his old man gain any advantage.
Leon felt he had raised Ian in vain for six years.
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Kane family’s old residence.
Jean Shaw excitedly said, "The Kane family is big and successful. If we receive too little dowry and end up in the news, it’ll make the Kane family appear stingy. For the Kane family’s reputation, you’d better prepare a billion dollars and transfer it to this card."
Jean Shaw pulled out a card from her pocket, on it was a bank account number and the cardholder’s name.
Jean Shaw handed it to Leon’s mother, her smile greedy like a ravenous wolf, "A billion dollars is nothing to the Kane family. The Kane Group earns tens of billions annually in Ravenswood..."
Before coming over, she checked online; Leon’s net worth was at least several hundred billion.
Jean Shaw suddenly felt that a billion might be too little. Compared to Leon’s net worth, it seemed too insignificant!
Kiki looked at Jean Shaw incredulously, a billion? Is this old woman’s head flooded? Asking the Kane family for a billion? Ivana, that used goods, isn’t worth even a million.
Kiki truly couldn’t understand what face Jean Shaw had to ask for a billion as a dowry?
Leon’s mother took the card and tore it into pieces, furiously throwing it at Jean Shaw’s face, "Dream on, not to mention a billion, your family can pay me a billion, and I still wouldn’t take your daughter. Get out."
Jean Shaw’s thick-skinned old face wasn’t hurt by the paper shreds, but her heart was hurt, she thought she could extort a hefty dowry from Leon’s mother, even if Caleb Monroe found out, she wouldn’t cough it up.
As long as she got the money, Jean Shaw wouldn’t fear Gavin Monroe’s wrath.
Unexpectedly, Leon’s mother spoke such words, equivalent to making her lose a duck that was almost at her mouth.
Jean Shaw originally planned to step back, if Leon’s mother thought a billion was too much, five hundred million would do, if not then one or two hundred million, and that amount to the Kane family was really nothing.
Leon’s mother’s words completely shattered her ideas, "Are you leaving or not? Do I have to call someone to fetch a broom to chase you out?"
Kiki half-covered her lips, chuckling, "Auntie, I urge you to rob a bank! The Kane family isn’t your free ATM, your kind of scoundrel raised daughter doesn’t qualify to be a servant at the Kane family, yet dreams of marrying into wealth? You dream of connecting families with my Aunt Kane? Go buy a piece of tofu and crash it against the wall! Because your brain! It’s tofu ruins made, and the stench is nauseating!"
Kiki fanned her finger at her nose, as if inhaled by Jean Shaw’s stench.
Jean Shaw’s mind, stepped on by a donkey, also understood under this situation; she would never get the dowry.
Jean Shaw jumped into a rage, yelling at Kiki, "You little wretch, your face’s glossy needle, your brain was hit with glossy needles, and your mouth stinks, must be caused by expired lip enhancement needles, right?"
Jean Shaw pointed at Leon’s mother, "Tell me to leave? Fine enough! Tell your son to drop his obsession! Even if he brings a billion to kneel at my door tomorrow, I won’t agree to this marriage."
Leon’s mother shook with anger, "You... you..."
Kiki saw Leon’s mother’s expression changing, gradually turning ashen, she sensed trouble, reaching to support Leon’s mother, "Aunt Kane, don’t be upset, getting angry at such a nasty woman will ruin your health, it’s not worth it."
Jean Shaw, since she already caused trouble, didn’t fear a bigger mess, continued to loudly smear, "Little wretch, who are you calling a nasty woman? Be careful I tear your mouth apart!"
Jean Shaw was only bluffing, she didn’t dare really touch Kiki; it was, after all, the Kane family, if she started a fight, she’d suffer.
Jean Shaw continued to provoke Leon’s mother, "Mrs. Kane! Even if you’re furious, there’s nothing you can do, your son ran to my door, shamelessly clinging like a grandson, insisting on marrying my daughter! Your son is after all the grand president of the Kane Group! How come for Ivana, he’s so spineless, so degrading?"