CHAPTER 146: CHAPTER 146: I THINK YOU’RE FILTHY! (2)

If Casper falls into their hands, it would be trouble.

Raina was anxious: "I’ll be right back!"

Baby Hawthorne could sense Raina’s urgency: "Mommy, don’t worry. I’ll definitely keep an eye on Casper and not let anyone take him away. Don’t be anxious."

Raina’s expression softened slightly: "Good boy."

Raina hung up the phone, found a gap, and parked the car by the roadside: "Get out of the car."

Elias squinted his dark eyes: "You’re actually trying to kick me out?"

Raina was impatient: "Aren’t you going to work? Hurry up and get out so I can go to the company, don’t waste my time."

"It’s just an unimportant meeting; Aidan can handle it." Upon seeing Raina glaring at him, Elias reminded, "Are you sure you want to waste your time arguing with me?"

Raina glanced at Elias, seeing his determined expression and knowing it was impossible to kick him out of the car.

She suddenly turned the steering wheel.

The car made a sudden U-turn on the highway.

Elias raised an eyebrow at this.

Raina was so worried about Casper’s situation that she didn’t notice Elias’s increasingly intriguing expression.

She floored the accelerator. Raina drove the car at high speed, running through more than ten red lights. When she arrived at The Hawthorne Manor, she saw a bejeweled woman leading a group of people surrounding the gate of the Hawthorne Family.

After such a long time, the middle-aged woman was already impatient, blocking the entrance and shouting loudly: "Casper, come out! Mommy is here to pick you up. Be good, don’t throw a tantrum, okay? Listen to me, or I’ll get angry!"

Raina walked over quickly: "What are you all doing?"

The middle-aged woman sized up Raina: "Who are you?"

The Hawthorne Family’s servant quickly said, "This is our Young Madam."

"Oh, so you’re Young Mistress Hawthorne. Hello, I’m Mrs. North, here to pick up my son Casper." The middle-aged woman immediately warmed up: "The child has been naughty, thank you for taking care of him these days."

Raina squinted her eyes slightly: "You say you’re Casper’s mother."

"Yes. Is there a problem?"

Raina’s expression turned cold: "Of course there’s a problem. Impersonating a child’s family member with the intent to abduct a child. I’m sure the police will be very willing to discuss this matter with you."

The middle-aged woman’s face instantly darkened: "Mrs. Hawthorne, what do you mean?"

Raina curled her lips slightly, her eyes flashing coldly: "What do I mean? Isn’t it obvious to you?"

"I called you Mrs. Hawthorne out of respect for your husband. But if you think you can use your identity to take my son, you’re gravely mistaken!" The middle-aged woman declared resolutely: "I will take my son with me now, and no one should try to stop me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she lunged over, pulling Casper into her arms: "Come here, we’re going home."

The move was forceful and overbearing.

Casper cried out in pain as he was dragged.

Raina was heartbroken, her face completely cold.

She struck like lightning, a flash of silver piercing the middle-aged woman’s wrist.

The middle-aged woman screamed and involuntarily let go.

Casper took the opportunity to give the woman a hard kick, and feeling unsatisfied, he kicked her again: "Damn it, daring to impersonate my real mom, you’ve got some nerve!"

"Impersonate? I gave birth to you, raised you for so many years, and this is how you repay me by calling me a fake mother? Casper North, you ungrateful brat!" The middle-aged woman sat on the ground and wailed: "Come look, everyone! My son doesn’t recognize his mother anymore! My son hit his mother! Oh heavens, strike this unfilial child down with lightning!"