System's POV-Chapter 24: Unfortunate Accident

Thirteen ate and chatted with his Aunt, but he didn't forget to pay close attention to his surroundings.

This act caught the attention of Gideon, who was Sandra's husband.

'Although his father has been kicked out of the Leventis Family, this boy isn't half bad,' Gideon thought. 'His awareness of his surroundings fits that of someone born from a Prestigious Family.'

A few minutes later, Thirteen finished eating the food on his plate. He then made a gesture for his Aunt to come closer so that he could whisper something to her.

"Aunt, no matter what happens, don't interfere and remain seated," Thirteen whispered.

Before she could even ask the boy what he meant, Thirteen had already left their table and was walking over to the buffet area to get a drink.

At this exact moment, a boy who seemed to be twelve years old walked toward Thirteen with a determined look on his face.

The Adults who had been paying close attention to Thirteen from the beginning also noticed the older boy moving in his direction and smiled.

All of them were thinking that they were about to see something very entertaining.

Lady Callista, who was also paying close attention to her grandson, noticed the boy who was approaching Zion.

She vaguely remembered the boy to be a subordinate of one of her husband's grandchildren.

Although she mostly stayed inside her own villa, Hans made it a point to report to her everything that was happening within the Leventis Family.

Understanding what was going to happen next, Lady Callista planned to put a stop on it.

However, before she could order Hans to interfere, her husband's words reached her ears.

"Just watch for now," Arthur said in a volume that only Lady Callista was able to hear. "I want to see what the brat of that no-good son of mine is capable of."

Arthur was still annoyed that his speech was stopped midway due to Zion's sudden arrival.

He knew Lady Callista well and understood that his wife wouldn't do anything to make him lose face intentionally.

Since that was the case, the only one he could blame was the five-year-old, who must have delayed his wife from arriving at the party early.

Of course, it never crossed Arthur's mind that Thirteen orchestrated everything. He simply thought that his wife arrived late because she had to pamper the spoiled brat of his no-good son, who was no longer allowed to step foot into the Leventis' Main Residence.

"You can stop me now, but be prepared for the consequences later," Lady Callista said in a chilling tone. "It seems that the people in this household have forgotten what my temper is like since I have not interfered with the family's business after getting sick."

Arthur and Michael frowned after hearing Lady Callista's subtle threat.

How could they possibly not know how short-tempered the old lady was?

This was also why Arthur only disowned his son and didn't strip him of the Leventis Family name.

He knew that if he completely burned the bridges with his son, his wife would burn him alive despite the difference in their ranks.

"He won't be killed," Arthur stated. "The kids will not go that far."

"But they will humiliate him," Lady Callista replied. "And that will make him hate the family. If my grandson starts to hate me, I won't sit still, Arthur. Prepare yourself to have one of your grandsons crippled for life."

Michael was about to go and prevent Thirteen from getting hurt by the older boy, but his Father's hand rested on his shoulder, preventing him from going.

"Don't interfere," Arthur replied in a firm tone.

Torn between his father's orders and the possibility of Lady Callista killing one of his nephews, Michael sighed in his heart and remained in place.

Since his father ordered him to not interfere, he had no choice but to follow his orders.

'I just hope that Mother Callista doesn't go too far,' Michael sighed in his heart. 'Terence has a promising future ahead of him. But his temper when it comes to our Family's reputation isn't the best. It seems that he is not too happy to see Zion here because he is Gerald's son.'

While the guests were looking forward to an entertaining scene, the members of the Leventis Family were divided on the farce that was going to happen next.

Many people didn't like Gerald, but there were also those who liked and supported him within the family. Because of this, they were wondering whether they should interfere.

But seeing the Patriarch's stance, they were forced to stay in place and watch helplessly as the scene unfolded in front of them.

Thirteen, who had just finished filling his glass with Lemon Juice, sneered inside his heart.

He already noticed that a particular group of children had been staring at him from the beginning.

The boy standing at the center of the group had short black hair and blue eyes. Clearly, the child belonged to the Leventis Family.

Seeing that he already had a group of subordinates with him at such a young age, Thirteen knew that this only meant one thing—that boy was someone that the Leventis Family had recognized as a talented member of their family.

Thirteen walked towards Sandra's table, and the brown-haired boy who was targeting him hurried his pace to intercept his target.

When the boy was only a few meters away from Thirteen, the five-year-old suddenly sneezed, sending the contents of his glass flying in the direction of the boy who planned to do him harm.

Due to how sudden it was, the boy was unable to dodge the juice that landed in his eyes, making him shout in pain.

"Ah! I'm sorry," Thirteen gasped when he saw that he had accidentally hit someone with his fruit juice. "Let me help yo—wah!"

Due to some of the juices that spilled on the floor, Thirteen slipped making him "accidentally" headbutt the boy's stomach, making the latter cry out in pain, as his body bent over like a cooked shrimp.

Thirteen then raised his head and "accidentally" hit the boy's jaw, making the latter stagger before falling on the ground, unconscious due to the three-hit combo that short-circuited his brain.

First, he lost his vision, and the stinging pain of the lemonade made him raise his hands to cover his eyes. The next second, he felt something hard hit his stomach, taking all the breath out of his lungs.

Last but not least was the finishing blow that hit his jaw, rattling his brain and causing him to lose consciousness.

Everything was timed perfectly, giving the pitiful boy no time to dodge or even defend himself due to how sudden and fast things had escalated.

Thirteen, who was responsible for knocking out the boy, painfully rubbed his head, acting hurt.

However, a minute later, he returned to the buffet area to refill his glass with fruit juice, not even bothering to look at the unconscious boy, who was hurriedly taken by the servants of the family away to be treated.

Some of them also expertly cleaned the floor, making it squeaky clean.

Clearly, they were already used to cleaning up after the mess made by their young masters, who were all looking at Thirteen with frowns on their faces.