Chapter 503
The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 503 I donât want your new mistress to be my mom
The ashtray slammed into the floor to ceiling window with an incomparably merciless force. With a bang, the glass split in an instant and then flew everywhere.
Mrs. Samantha turned pale, staring at Elvis, muttering, âElvisâ¦â
âOld lady, what happened?â The noise inside quickly attracted the attention of the outside, the office door was pushed open, and Peterson and Betty stood nervously by the door and asked.
Elvisâ countenance was bad, dark, and cold, especially when his narrow, deep eyes were instantly tinged with a fierce blood red when he heard the name Olive.
Peterson and Betty had sensed something was wrong, they were standing at the door, even breathing carefully. Mrs. Samantha looked at Elvis with great pain. Three years, three years have passed but the name Olive has become a taboo in Elvisâ life.
Whenever Olive was mentioned, he immediately lost control, as if suddenly transformed into a different person, unable to control himself, aggressive and paranoid, looking sick
Elvis propped his big hands on the table, his solid chest rose and fell a few times, then he forced himself to close his eyes and adjust his breathing
A few seconds later, he opened his eyes again, the red blood in his eyes had receded, but the deep indifference remained, âGrandma, let someone clean this up! Iâll get Nathan home first!â
Elvis left on his long legs.
Elvis left, and the tall figure disappeared. Mrs. Samanthaâs face was red, she could only sigh incessantly.
At this time, Betty came in and began to clean up the mess on the ground. She asked, âOld lady, did you mention Olive again in front of the young master?ââ
Mrs. Samantha sat wearily on the sofa, replying, âYeah, every time Olive is mentioned, he always loses his temper, as if he canât control his violent nature, wanting to smash things to vent Elvisâs state makes me so worried. The more peaceful these three years are, the more depressed he is. I am afraid⦠the day Olive comes back, he will explode. I am afraid he will hurt Olive, I am even afraid he wonât let her go.â
Betty sighed. âYoung master really hates Olive. As much as he loved her before, now he hates her even more. Fortunately, now he has the little master Nathan with him, so he wonât be too lonely.â
When it came to Lilâ Nathan, Mrs. Samanthaâs old face quickly revealed a somewhat satisfied smile. Lilâ
Nathan and Elvis are carved from the same mold, father and son are simply copies, one big and one small.
Olive stabbed Elvis three years ago. After Elvis escaped death, his father Alpha took his genes, found a surrogate, and gave birth to Lilâ Nathan.
In fact, it can be seen that Elvis didnât want this son, but the Augustine family needed a successor, so he accepted Lilâ Nathanâs existence.
The outside world was speculating about who Lilâ Nathanâs biological mother was, but in fact, Lilâ
Nathan was born by a surrogate.
Mrs. Samantha smiled fondly, âElvis didnât like Lilâ Nathan at first, but Lilâ Nathan has beautiful, clean eyes, just like Olive.â
âThatâs right,â Betty nodded, âPerhaps itâs fate, Lilâ Nathan is naturally born with eyes that look a lot like Olive. I still remember clearly that day when the young master came to his sonâs room, Lilâ Nathan opened his eyes, looked at his father with both eyes, and the young master seemed stunned for a moment. Perhaps, Lilâ Nathan reminded the young master about the first child he and Olive lost. Since then, the young master brought Nathan home and raised him by himself.â
Mrs. Samantha laughed and said, âYes, Lilâ Nathan is three years old this year. Elvis has raised him for three years. Elvis is a big man, at first we were worried he wouldnât be able to raise Lilâ Nathan. Lilâ
Nathan had a fever once, and the fever lasted, and Elvis was always with him. He didnât close his eyes for seven days and his eyes were bloodshot. We were really relieved because Elvis was a good father.â
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âBut still.â said Mrs Samantha, again filled with anxiety, âLilâ Nathan could never get out of his own world, never playing with other kids, never talking. This makes me very nervous. Sometimes I just think Oliveâs gone and weâve all messed up ourselves.â
Betty looked at Mrs. Samantha, and comforted her. âOld lady, letâs wall, everything will be fine.â
By the time Elvis reached the door, he had regained his composure, showing no sign of losing his temper just now.
He raised his hony fingers and began knocking, the knocking âbang bangâ was very strong. He said, âNathan, I give you three seconds, open the door for me quickly. You know this broken doar canât stop me. One, twoâ¦â
Elvis immediately started counting.
As he was about to count to âthreeâ, the room dear opened with a âclickâ, and a figure like a small milk bag appeared, it was Nathan.
Nathan is Elvisâ son, heâs perfectly inherited all of Elvisâs elite genes, and his little pink face is a miniature version of
Elvis.
Nathan was born milky-skinned and handsome, with short soft wavy hair, delicately outlined facial features, and large eyes that were extremely clear and clean inlaid in his small face, like two black grapes attracting peopleâs eyes. Just looking at a child like that makes everybody want to hug him.
However, Nathan is very cold. Like his father, Elvis, he doesnât like to laugh, heâs cold and aloof.
No one can control this little demon with an incredible 10, except Elvis.
Elvis raised him with his own hands from an early age. He is both his father and mother. Nathan, though unable to speak loves his father so much.
Nathanâs current height only reached Elvisâs knees. Elvis looked down at him, pursed his lips in displeasure, asking, âWhy are you making everybody nervous?â
Nathan took out a pen and paper and wrote, âIâm not sickâ
Elvis glanced twice at the words âIâm not sick,â and then his gaze fell on Nathanâs little face. Now Nathan is looking up at him with black eyes as clear as grapes. In those big eyes, there was quiet perseverance and stubbornness, and a little⦠innocence.
These eyes⦠gradually overlapped with the clear eyes deep in memory.
Elvisâs heart gradually softened, he leaned over and stretched out his strong arm, holding Nathan into his strong chest, âGu. Letâs go home with Dad.â
Holding on to his father, Nathan pulled out another sheet of paper with a line of words already written on it
Elvis glanced at it, Nathan wrote âI donât like your new mistress. I donât want her to be my mom!â