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Chapter 67: Blood Is Thicker Than Water

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Blood Is Thicker Than Water


Leon Keane carried Ivana Monroe into the car and dialed a number for Secretary Sullivan.


"Go buy a dress now and deliver it to Sovereign Bay in about half an hour."


After saying that, Leon hung up the phone.


Secretary Sullivan’s face mask suddenly fell to the ground. Her expression was quite intense—President Kane is bringing a woman to Sovereign Bay? And wants her to deliver a dress now?


She once heard Derrick Stern say that the Sovereign Bay villa was a wedding gift from the old man to President Kane. Over the years, none of President Kane’s girlfriends could ever set foot in Sovereign Bay.


Secretary Sullivan felt very excited; she couldn’t wait to see the woman President Kane brought to Sovereign Bay. Moreover, judging by President Kane’s tone, the two probably just finished rolling in bed.


Wait, she seemed to have forgotten to ask President Kane about the future Mrs. Kane’s dress size.


**


The Kane family’s old mansion.


A high-end solid wood dining table was filled with various delicious dishes: Australian lobster, king crab, shark fin, bird’s nest, scallops...


This is the standard dinner setup for young master Ian Keane.


Two handsome little boys who looked identical sat in dining chairs, ready to eat.


Auntie Chamberlain was serving Ian Keane, holding a soup spoon, scooping half a bowl of shark fin soup, gently stirring it to a warm temperature, and bringing it to Ian Keane.


"Ian, little master, the shark fin is ready to be eaten."


Auntie Chamberlain glanced at Timmy Monroe, who was in a state of shock, her eyes flashed with disdain. A child raised in poverty, simply hasn’t seen the world—what good does it do to look like young master Ian Keane? He’s just a poor, pretentious kid, unable to match the nobility of young master Ian.


Auntie Chamberlain smiled hypocritically, "Timmy, eat up! Why are you just sitting there dumbly? Eat quickly! Help yourself to whatever you want; it’s like you’re at home, don’t be polite."


Allowing Timmy Monroe, this wild child, to dine together with young master Ian Keane was already a great gift. She was specially hired by the old lady to serve young master Ian Keane, not to serve another family’s wild child.


Auntie Chamberlain made a superficial comment to Timmy Monroe, as she put on disposable plastic gloves, took a huge crab leg from the king crab plate, and skillfully removed the meat.


While shelling, she secretly observed Timmy Monroe, seeing him pick up his chopsticks. Auntie Chamberlain mentally scoffed—this poor kid probably has never seen such good food all his life. He’ll surely wolf down the food, making others lose their appetite, and this king crab—this poor kid probably doesn’t know how to eat it. He’ll use his teeth to bite it, right?


With the king crab leg shell uncut, biting it might hurt his teeth.


Auntie Chamberlain didn’t like Timmy Monroe; she was waiting to see him make a fool of himself.


Timmy Monroe extended his chopsticks and picked the dish closest to him, greens and meat altogether. He ate without any fuss, pairing vegetables and meat, as if the expensive and delicious king crab and Australian lobster couldn’t attract him.


Auntie Chamberlain was halfway through shelling the crab leg when she looked at Timmy Monroe, puzzled. The little boy ate elegantly and leisurely—mouth clean after each bite—a match for young master Ian Keane, the rich young scion.


Auntie Chamberlain finished shelling the entire crab leg, placed it on Ian Keane’s plate, and said again to Timmy Monroe, "Timmy, it’s rare for you to come to young master Ian’s house and have such a lavish and sumptuous dinner, don’t just eat vegetables! Here’s Australian lobster; here’s shark fin; and here’s king crab—its legs are all meat, very delicious."


Auntie Chamberlain deliberately emphasized the king crab last, describing it in detail.


Usually, kids can’t resist such temptation and would reach for the king crab legs to eat.


"Thank you, Grandma Chamberlain! Mommy said that a balanced diet with both vegetables and meat provides complete nutrition. Brother’s vegetables are really delicious! Brother, you should eat more vegetables too, to stay strong and healthy!"


Auntie Chamberlain almost coughed up a mouthful of blood; she was nearly infuriated—what did this brat call her?


Grandma?


Did she look that old?


Auntie Chamberlain then saw Timmy Monroe picked a chopstick full of cold broccoli and placed it in Ian Keane’s plate. She was startled, "Timmy, you are being too unruly. Young master Ian never eats food picked with someone else’s chopsticks..."


Auntie Chamberlain was halfway scolding Timmy Monroe when she suddenly saw Ian Keane pick up the broccoli from his plate, leisurely scooping it into his mouth, chewing and swallowing.


"Who said brother doesn’t eat it? Grandma Chamberlain, didn’t you see he ate it?" Timmy Monroe’s little mouth curled into a high smile; he picked up another chopstick full of spinach in broth and put it on Ian Keane’s plate.


Ian Keane maintained his cool, handsome expression, continued to eat them all.


Auntie Chamberlain was utterly shocked.


At this moment, Derrick Stern came over, glanced at Auntie Chamberlain, curling the corner of his lip with ridicule: "Blood runs thicker than water; young master Timmy and young master Ian are real brothers, inseparable. Auntie Chamberlain, stop worrying about their brotherly affairs, focus on your own duties, or else, even if the old lady backs you, she might not hold you up."


"Don’t forget, in this house, not only is there the old lady, but also President Kane, and your staying or leaving only requires one word from him."


"What does Special Assistant Stern mean by this? It’s as if I’m instigating discord between the two young masters. I was just being kind, seeing young master Timmy only eating vegetables, so I encouraged him to try something good. Isn’t my kindness met with retaliation, being threatened by an underling like you, is there no justice anymore?"


Auntie Chamberlain prided herself on her eloquence; she truly detested Derrick Stern, just a dog by President Kane’s side, meddling in her affairs?


Inciting discord? Being kind?


Auntie Chamberlain was absolutely not instigating discord between the two young masters; she was excluding young master Timmy.


Derrick Stern found it very amusing; he truly couldn’t understand—what rights does an old nanny have to exclude Timmy Monroe? Even Ian Keane accepted Timmy, so who was an old nanny to cause trouble?


Bang~


A high-end porcelain bowl fell to the ground, starting Auntie Chamberlain and Derrick Stern. They saw young master Ian Keane standing up, his cold little face strikingly similar to Leon Keane when angry.


"Go outside to fight if you’re going to argue; you’re affecting our appetite."


Normally, Ian Keane, when he was sick, would shut himself in the utility room, roaring like an angry little lion. Usually, he was just aloof, keeping others at a distance, never responding with such anger.


Auntie Chamberlain was a sharp cookie, never encountered such a situation, she dared not speak further for fear of annoying Ian Keane, that would spell her doom.


Derrick Stern, despite his shock, noticed Ian Keane used "our," not "my."


Derrick Stern was delighted; Ian Keane had fully accepted Timmy, while Auntie Chamberlain could only hope for more luck! Even having raised Ian Keane from young, young master Keane had a mature mind, unlike naive children, easily deceived; he accepted Timmy and with their blood connection, sooner or later, he would stand up to protect Timmy.