Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 621: Chapter 621: Cut it off_1

Norman Douglas’s mind was in disarray as he headed straight to the study and chain-smoked one cigarette after another.

Rationality split in two: half of him denounced Purple Summers’s ludicrous remarks, while the other half fretted over his son’s various abnormalities.

Large clumps of cigarette ash accumulated in the ashtray, but the restlessness inside him was not alleviated in the slightest.

Disquieted, he pondered deeply for a long while before opening the door and heading to the dining room.

Without approaching, he stood from afar, watching Jane McCain and Sebastian Douglas sitting at the table, eating.

Sebastian Douglas refused to eat his vegetables, and Jane said, “How can a child be picky? Picky eaters will get pimples all over their faces, and then you won’t be a handsome young man anymore!”

Sebastian responded proudly, “Sister, don’t you pick your food too? I saw you picking out the fat!”

Jane’s face turned red, and she argued defensively, “Pork belly isn’t nutritious, and it makes you gain weight…”

“No, this is pork belly; it’s supposed to be like this, a layer of fat, a layer of lean, then another layer of fat, another layer of lean…”

“My, you’re such a clever child, being too smart can make you less likable, you know!”

The two at the dining table bantered back and forth, while the servant delivering the dishes couldn’t help but chuckle, occasionally amused by the young master’s childlike wit.

No matter what, Sebastian refused to eat his vegetables. Suddenly, he ran to a nearby glass cabinet, took out a bottle of unbranded liquor, and said, “Sister, if you take a sip of this, I’ll eat the vegetables.”

The servant laughed and said, “Young master, please spare Ms. McCain; she can’t drink this. It’ll make her drunk.”

Sebastian pouted, feeling somewhat aggrieved.

Jane couldn’t bear it and immediately said, “It’s okay, I can hold my liquor, this bit of drink is nothing! Bastian, you must keep your word!”

Sebastian immediately brightened with a smile, running over with the bottle to pour Jane a drink.

In the small palm-sized glass, she poured roughly two-thirds full.

“Just have a sip, if it’s horrible, we can forget it,” Sebastian looked at Jane expectantly, his big eyes filled with hope, his expression unbelievably cute.

Jane laughed and said, “One sip? How about I drink the entire glass, and then you’ve got to finish all your vegetables!”

“Okay,” Sebastian nodded.

Jane grandly gulped down the whole glass in one go.

Sebastian true to his promise, buried his head and ate all the vegetables in his bowl.

From a distance, Norman Douglas witnessed this scene with complex emotions, indescribable.

The bottle of liquor was his private stash, with a strong aftereffect. Typically when he drank, he would use a delicate small glass, pour half a glass, and slowly sip it.

For Jane, it was impossible not to get drunk.

In the past, Norman would have simply thought of the child as ignorant, but now Purple Summers’s words were nailed in his heart, as if every little thing his obedient son did could lead his thoughts in that direction.

Norman turned back and returned to the study, telling himself over and over not to be influenced by Purple Summers, not to be bewitched… not to…

He sat motionless in the study for a long while.

Latter, he heard a soft conversation outside.

“Sister, this way…”

It was Sebastian’s voice.

Norman was briefly stunned, then his chest suddenly tightened.

Could it be, Purple Summers was right again?

He pursed his lips tightly, his expression growing darker and then slowly stood up, trying not to make a noise as he opened the door of the study—next, he saw Jane holding her head, staggering into his bedroom…

The private tutor had also entered his room before, at that time he just assumed it was an act of seduction, but what about Jane?

If it weren’t for Sebastian leading the way, Jane wouldn’t have known which room was the master bedroom!

Norman’s heart felt completely cold. It was as if he were submerged in the icy waters of a lake, leaving his limbs numb.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He didn’t want to suspect his most beloved son with malicious intentions, but the scene in front of him forced him to think otherwise.

Norman walked out, step by step, until he reached the bedroom door.

His innocent son was holding a pair of scissors, snipping off the buttons of Jane’s blouse one by one…