She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart-Chapter 986: Indeed, I Am Getting Old

"What are you doing? Who let you in here?"

While pondering the recent events, Old Mrs. Hawthorne suddenly heard Auntie Warren’s reprimand. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Old Mrs. Hawthorne looked up to see a group of people following a man inside, furrowing her brow and scolding the servants who came in with them, "Since when has the Hawthorne Family become a park that anyone can enter at will?"

The servants, deeply intimidated by Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s authority, lowered their heads in fear and dared not speak.

The man stepped forward with a laugh, "Haha, no need for such anger, Old Mrs. Hawthorne. Look, it’s such a hot day, and my brothers and I rushed over, gathering here at the Hawthorne Villa, which is quite challenging. We don’t even know how much sweat we’ve shed. Our hands and feet are aching terribly. A person as meticulous as you should at least invite us in for some refreshments, right?"

Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s face turned icy, and she coldly said, "Right now, there’s only this old woman in the Hawthorne Family, can’t afford to be so meticulous, just have to be impolite. Auntie Warren, see them out."

Auntie Warren immediately stepped forward, "Please, leave."

The man completely ignored Auntie Warren and waved his hand, pushing her aside.

Auntie Warren staggered a few steps and fell heavily to the ground, crying out in pain.

Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s face changed suddenly, and she scolded, "This is the Hawthorne Family! What do you intend to do?"

"No one said this isn’t the Hawthorne Family. So, there’s no need for Old Mrs. Hawthorne to be so agitated. Although we came uninvited, we are still guests. For such a prestigious family as the Hawthorne Family, do we not even have a little hospitality?"

"Of course, I’m not blaming Old Mrs. Hawthorne. After all, you’re getting old, and we can understand any lapses. But when people get old, they need to acknowledge it, pass the opportunity and the power they hold to the younger generation. That’s the charming elderly, otherwise, they’re considered thieves. The saying goes, an old man who does not die is a thief. Old Mrs. Hawthorne, don’t you agree?"

The man looked at Old Mrs. Hawthorne with a mischievous smile, but the light in his eyes was extremely cold.

Old Mrs. Hawthorne’s expression turned grim, "This is the Hawthorne Family’s matter, it has nothing to do with you outsiders. If you’re wise, you should meddle less."

"Look at what Old Mrs. Hawthorne says, treating us brothers as outsiders. Indeed, Old Mrs. Hawthorne has aged. Otherwise, now should be the time to proactively hand over the Hawthorne Family’s power, call your good grandson back, and tell him to stop causing trouble." The man continued, "Honestly, Old Mrs. Hawthorne, you’re really getting senile. Even if you hand over the power, it would be to your own son. Once President Hawthorne ascends, you’re already the esteemed Old Mrs. Hawthorne."

"With all the glory and joy, you will enjoy endless happiness, and as for others, you’re already so old, you can’t manage too much. Moreover, those who are unnecessary, like Elias Hawthorne, should sensibly disappear automatically, and that would be fine. If insisting on lingering in sight becomes bothersome, that would not be good in the end. What do you think?"

Old Mrs. Hawthorne nodded, "You’re right."

The man was delighted, "Old Mrs. Hawthorne agrees with my view? In that case, please quickly trick... invite Second Master Hawthorne back."

"Alright then. Give me the phone." Old Mrs. Hawthorne reached out her hand to the man.

The man didn’t give it to her, smiling as he said, "Old Mrs. Hawthorne, I really can’t give you the phone. Just in case you say anything inappropriate on the phone, such as telling him not to care whether you live or die, to make sure President Hawthorne doesn’t get the CEO position, that wouldn’t be good. Don’t you agree, Old Mrs. Hawthorne?"