Today, Lane Mansion was livelier than ever before.

Malcolm's little face turned red as he angrily pointed at Noah.

The others exchanged glances, shocked that Marlene had said such things to the child in private.

Marlene felt embarrassed. "Malcolm, don't talk nonsense. I only said that Uncle Xav's wife isn't around, so they don't have children."

Malcolm, a mere child, couldn't fathom the complexities of adult conversation. He promptly countered, "That's not true. Mom, didn't you say before that Uncle Xav wasn't normal and couldn't have children?" Marlene wished she could smack her son. "You misheard me."

Malcolm didn't care. He ran to Clifford, grabbing his hand. "Great-Grandpa, chase this feral boy away. He's not one of us at all. He's only here to swindle me out of my rightful inheritance."

He pointed menacingly at Noah. "I'm the future heir of the Lanes! Don't even think about it. I'll kill you if you try! Believe me!"

Noah's mouth was covered as he watched Malcolm, the brat, wreak havoc. His eyes were filled with disdain.

Zachary had been right. Malcolm was nothing more than a four-year-old brat. What a lack of competitiveness!

it was a

to hear the latter utter such a threat. And all this talk about heirs-there was no way a four-year-old could

dawned on Zayden and Marlene. The latter grabbed Malcolm

his cane, Clifford ordered,

"Right away!"

To Malcolm's astonishment, Clifford,

suddenly became furious. Clifford was so harsh today and

as he looked at Noah

hiccup, everyone carried on with their

were genuinely happy

a bit later, he could've seen Noah too," Shannon said with a smile

can put the boy down now. It must be uncomfortable

him. Instead, he

damned if

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