Henry was attempting to gauge Be’s reaction. He was still suspicious that his mother might be with Be.

"Do you know where Mom is?" Henry asked again. He could see how calm she was now. Not only Be but even their Grandpa appeared very quiet.

"Of course I do. Mom will meet youter. But you need to know something before you meet her," Be replied. Her impatience with her brother could be heard in her tone. She didn’t want to waste time with his foolishness.

Henry wasn’t surprised to hear that. He felt excited that he had finally located their mother. Now, he could bring her home and let his father return.

"I knew it! Only you could help Mom. Where is she? Please take me to her. I need to bring her back home because Dad is also missing; it seems he’s searching for Mom."

"Henry Donovan, do you know why Mother left home? Or are you too ignorant to open your eyes and heart to find out about the problems our parents are facing?"

Be looked at him with disgust.

"What are you trying to say? Please speak in anguage that I can understand!" Henry roared in annoyance, looking at Be’s displeased gaze.

Be couldn’t help but vent her frustration inwardly upon hearing his response. No wonder the branch led by this obtuse Henrygged behind the others because he was too slow to acknowledge and respond to what was happening around him. Or perhaps he simply didn’t care about his surroundings. Henry is seemingly a narcissist with chronic ignorance and selfishness.

"Do you know, Henry?" Be ignored Henry’s words and talked about something else instead. "No wonder you failed to lead thepany branch. You are too DUMB to lead it! And now I realize the decision to fire you was for thepany’s well-being, and you deserve it."

She deliberately emphasized the word ’dumb,’ so her brother could wake up from his delusions.

Suddenly, Henry’s calm demeanor slowly changed. His wrath was clearly visible on his red face as if he wanted to throw a hard p at her.

He couldn’t help but shout in anger, "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TRYING TO..." However, when he saw his Grandpa ring at him, his words abruptly stopped. He cleared his throat while cursing Be in his heart before continuing, "Be, my sister, how do you know thepany fired me? Did Aunt Emma tell you about that?"

Henry’s forced smile appeared on his lips, trying not to attract their Grandpa’s anger.

"You said father left home because he wanted to look after mother?" Be asked again, still ignoring Henry’s question.

"Yes, I said that!" Henry’s voice slightly raised; he was so fumed now. "And stop asking me as if you were deflecting my question. Answer my question, please. I mean... how do you know thepany has fired me!?"

Instead of being annoyed by Henry’s harsh words, Be smiled happily because she managed to annoy Henry. She suddenly felt in a good mood to remove Henry’s fake mask in front of their grandfather—this was her n.

But something piqued Be’s curiosity: Henry didn’t know what happened in the Donovan Group. There had been a reshuffle in thepany, and now she was the biggest shareholder.

Was this man clueless or simply stupid? Be could no longer tell the difference.

Curious to know, Be turned to look at her grandfather. "Grandpa, does my foolish brother not know about thepany!?"

"ARABELLA DONOVAN! Speak to—" Henry roared, but his words vanished again when he saw Grandpa’s furious gaze. He could only grit his teeth in annoyance.

Henry clenched his hand in anger. If only their grandfather hadn’t been in this room, he would have already pped Be, teaching her a lesson for being rude to him.

"He knows," Isaac Donovan smiled at Be. "But his brain is too shallow to understand what really happened in thepany." He sighed deeply, noticing the difference in Henry and Be’s abilities in handling the situation in thepany.

Henry’s annoyed expression suddenly turned sour upon hearing his Grandpa’s salty words.

’Damn it! Even Grandpa joined in mocking me?’ Henry’s annoyance peaked.

He said in anger, "Grandpa!! Why are you so biased toward her? Why?" His eyes narrowed as he stared at Isaac.

Isaac returns Henry’s annoyance with a pitying gaze.

In frustration, Henry said, "Grandpa, you are too pampering her. Can you praise me once? Not mock me? I know Ick many things, but you can’t say I’m shallow in front of her. She is my younger sister; she should respect me as her older brother!"

At that moment, he no longer cared about his Grandpa helping him to talk to Aunt Emma. All he could think about was venting his disappointment to his Grandpa.

Be and Isaac remained calm, even expressionless, further fueling Henry’s anger. Suddenly, an idea came to his mind; he wanted to show his Grandpa that no one could stop him, not even Grandpa.

Swiftly, Henry stood from his seat and pointed his finger at Be.

"It seems like you need some discipline, Arabe Donovan! You are disrespecting your older brother." Henry’s evil smile slowly emerged on his lips.

Nick flinched in the corner, alerted to the danger that Henry would harm Be. He started to move as he wanted to hold Henry, who was now trying to approach Be, but his step halted when he saw Be calmly standing from her seat.

"I don’t care if Grandpa is here to protect you, little sister. You deserve to be disciplined, like what I did in the past! YOU DESERVE MY SLAP!!" Henry roared in anger.

He marched to Be and became even angrier when he saw that she did not seem frightened of him; instead, she appeared to confront him with her fierce gaze.

"YOU ARE SO DEAD, BITCH!!" he shouted while raising his hand to p her hard.

However, his powerful p touched nothing. He saw Be in anger, who avoided his p so casually and calmly.

"FUCK! YOU AVOIDED MY SLAP!?"

Henry sent his other p with his other hand, and instead of hitting Be’s cheek, his hand felt a grip from a hand, and it halted in the air. His bloodshot eyes were wide open in shock, looking at Be’s small hand gripping and squeezing his wrist firmly.