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

this talk about heirs-there was no way a four-year-old could know such things. Clifford's anger flared as he turned to

finally dawned on Zayden and Marlene. The

his cane, Clifford ordered, "Get him

"Right away!"

To Malcolm's astonishment, Clifford,

was so harsh

he looked at Noah

everyone carried on with their

and Shannon were genuinely happy about

he'd left a bit later, he

put the boy down now. It must

something inappropriate again and didn't release him. Instead, he said, "We have some matters

harder. He'd be damned if he let his

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