Sweet Revenge By Nuit Chapter 709


    Chapter 709 I am here


    “Look at my beard! In the end,” Mr. Drake cried bitterly, “I still didn’t keep it!”


    Mr. Drake returned his gaze to Asher and asked, “Have you brought all your toys and snacks?”


    Even though Asher had hurt him, he couldn’t bear disciplining the misbehaving child and stood up


    cautiously.


    Silvia had already approached Asher and gently reprimanded him, “Don’t do that. It’s impolite!”


    Mr. Drake burst outughing at the childish behavior. He stood up, waved his hands, and dered,


    “Forget about it. What can he possibly know at such a young age? Because the servants were


    first!” moving too slowly. It’s entirely their fault for not removing the toy


    The site is not small, but construction of the snack area and the toy area, which are both enclosed by a


    fence, took ce in an instant.


    In fact, this spot has always been reserved for when the kidse over, and it can be cleaned up at


    any time. Silvia c Iced Asher inside, and he was instantly submerged in a sea of food and


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    y.


    Whenever Asher makes a big fuss and Silvia tries to scold him, he immediately defends him. He


    deserves to be held responsible of pulling his beard. He pulled his beard off the first time and gave


    it to Asher.


    “I want to borrow the herb garden in your backyard,” Silvia said, shaking her head.


    “If you want to borrow it, go ahead and use it!” Mr. Drake expressed his displeasure by waving his


    hand. After a brief pause, he remembered, “No, you go to the backyard, then he…”


    He hesitated, pointing to the little guy who was still writhing the toy inside.


    “Because you’ve arrived. Thanks for your hard work!” Silvia said tly.


    She then turned around and walked towards the backyard without saying anything.


    Silvia’s house also had a herb garden, but in paled inparison to Mr. Drake’s garden.


    It is said to be the backyard. In fact, going all over will most likely take an afternoon. Thisrge manor is


    built on a hill near the mountain. The climate and geographical environment are more conducive to


    breeding, and some species are more delicate. They were indeed kept in the


    greenhouse.


    There are many different types, not to mention everything that one would expect to find, but the


    majority of them can be found here.


    She has studied all of the flowers and nts brought over by ia’s son, noting their various types and


    medicinal properties. Knowing the toxicity of the mixture, she most likely has an idea in her


    heart.


    The toxicity has beenplicated by the fact that there are so many different types of herbs. She can’t


    find enough herbs to find the antidote, so she thinks of her son-inw, and only here can she find


    enough herbs in a short time.


    She needed to move quickly and resolve the issue of ia’s son. She had to do what she said


    because she had promised him and had so much faith in herself.


    She couldn’t bear seeing her suffer for so long as a result of this poison. So, once this matter was


    resolved, she decided to travel to South Asia.


    Despite the fact that she is pregnant, Simon told her to stay in the country, but she will be unable to


    bear it if she does not hear from him.


    “Hey,” Mr. Drake turned to look at the little baby in the pile of toys, unable to see him.


    Mr. Drake subconsciously raised his hand to cover his chin, You little brat!”


    Asher giggled from his hiding ce.


    Mr. Drake was exhausted about an hourter, but Silvia had yet to return from the backyard. Instead,


    he was drowsily lying on the bamboo and rattan chair, leaning against the toy area’s edge, looking


    sideways at the little guy.


    He heard a servant running over to report, “Young master is here,” while his eyes were half-closed.


    “What happened to the young master? Isn’t the young master not present?” When he turned to look at


    the fence beside him, he was taken aback when he noticed Asher was nowhere to be seen.


    “No, it’s Leo!” eximed the servant.


    However, Mr. Drake did not have that thought at the time “What does it matter? Please assist me in


    locating the little brat.”


    All of the servants were dispatched to assist in the search for the child. They looked in and out of


    the front and back yards.


    For a brief moment, everyone forgot that there was a grandson,, waiting at the door, and everyone


    went in search of the child.


    Leo stood at the door, but he didn’t wait for the messenger toe back. He suspected Grandpa was


    still upset about what happened thest time. So he considered how to avoid making the old


    man angry before asking about the toxicity in ia again.


    In fact, he believes that poison is veryplicated and tricky. It is not a lethal poison, but it is far too


    complex. There are now several varieties, each of which is not fatal. So he needed to figure out


    who did it.


    It stands to reason that ia’s son is a high-ranking official’s child, and the family environment is quite


    good in every way, so how could she have been poisoned by such aplicated thing.


    He couldn’t figure it out, and the recent experiment’s stagnation had made people depressed, so he


    came to Mr. Drake’s side to learn from it.


    There was no one there after a long wait, and after seeing that the door was not locked, he pushed it


    open, cautiously raising his legs and walking in.


    There was no one in the front yard, not even a servant.


    Normally, in addition to the concierge, there are cleaners, gardeners, and so on, so there are no


    people, which makes him feel strange. Still, he didn’t give it much thought and walked in.


    As he walked deeper into the inner courtyard, he noticed people. Many people were bending over, as if


    looking for something, and shouting as they did so.


    Leo couldn’t hear anything at first, but as he got closer, he could hear someone shouting, “Young


    master, little Young master…”


    “Where have you gone, Young Master?”


    Were they calling for him?


    “I’ve arrived!”


    Section 710 Is he an illegitimate grandchild?


    Section 710 Is he an illegitimate grandchild?


    Hearing his words, everyone turned to look at him.


    They lowered their heads again two secondster and continued to search and yell, “Young


    master, Young master…”


    Was there another grandson besides him, Young Master?


    He didn’t ask many questions, just looked perplexed. While everyone else was looking for someone, he


    walked in, past the garden area, through the corridor of flowers and vines, and up to the main building.


    He was in the house when he realized I couldn’t move my legs.


    He lowered his head,to see a child was hugging his calf, he little one grinned and said, “Hee hee!”


    His teeth were iplete and uneven, revealing an innocent smile.


    “Whose kid is this?” Leo eximed.


    He was about to kick his legs unconsciously, but the little guy was not big, and his two little hands were


    tightly hugged. He was firmly gripping his calf and even sat on his toes, as if swinging on a swing. The


    more he swayed his legs, the happier he became, and he giggled.


    “Please let go of me!” Leo has never raised children and has no experience with them. “Who… Whose


    child is this?” he was dragged into the house, annoyed and anxious.


    His yelling drew the attention of others, including Mr. Drake, who was about to leave the house to


    look outside.


    Mr. Drake saw this scene as soon as he stepped over the threshold and yelled angrily, “Don’t


    move!”


    Regardless of his age, the sudden sound was full of energy, like thunder. Leo was taken aback and


    immediately stopped moving.


    Standing on one foot, the other foot bears weight, making it somewhat unstable and wobbly.


    “Two…Grandpa…” He gave his old man a bitter look, thinking that this brat was messing with him. Mr.


    Drake’s beard trembled when he saw how angry he was.


    “My lovely grandson…” Mr. Drake ran over with his arms outstretched, shouting all the way.


    For a brief moment, Leo was stunned, his heart pounded, and tears of joy were on their way.


    It’s been more than 20 years, and this is the first time he heard Mr. Drake refer to him so fondly.


    Regardless, blood is thicker than water, breaking bones and connecting tendons!


    “Grandpa…” When he became emotional, he ignored the word “two” and affectionately addressed


    grandpa.


    Before he could finish his sentence, he noticed his son-inw pause in front of him, bend down, pick up


    the child, and hug him in his arms “Let us not linger. It’s filthy!”


    Mr. Drake was struggling, and the little guy’s hand was still quite firm “Let go, let go…Grandpa is


    having a good time here. Otherwise…you should y with Grandpa’s beard!”


    As soon as he heard this, Asher let go of his little hand, turned around, and grabbed his beard,


    “papa…”


    “Certainly, papa…” Even though he was crying, he let him grab his beard.


    Leo’s heart was racing like a thousand horses. He’d never been through anything like this before.


    The servants in the yard were not looking for him, and the Young master was not him, but the little guy


    in front of him who didn’t have all his teeth!


    Mr. Drake even let the baby y with his beard. Normally, HE would look at him and even offer him a


    cup of tea, but now the beard is wrapped around the little thing’s finger and appears to be about to be


    yanked out. The old man remained motionless.


    What did you just say? Dirty?!


    Where is the filth? Every time he went out, he wiped his shoes clean, and he didn’t think small things


    wrinkled his clothes yet.


    His heart had been severely jolted. He stood there, staring at the close proximity of the old and the


    young. He appeared to be an outsider, a fool.


    He asked, hoarsely, “Grandpa, this child is…” after finally digesting the turmoil in his heart.


    “What exactly are you all doing?” Mr. Drake was startled when he suddenly yelled, “You can’t even care


    for a child. It’s such arge ce that you can’t find it for a long time and have no idea how to


    raise it.”


    Mr. Drake yelled, and the servants said nothing.


    “Why are you still standing there? In any case, hurry up and get some of the kids’ favorite food from the


    kitchen. Be quick!” Strange old man yelled and reverted to his previous bad temper.


    Asher immediately lost his smile and said; “Scary.”


    He still pouted and pressed his two small hands on both sides of Mr. Drake’s cheeks, pulling them up


    vigorously as he spoke.


    Leo’s eyes widened, as if he saw a monster.


    And Mr. Drake was not upset. On the contrary, he cooperated cheerfully, even lowering his voice and


    coaxing, “Okay, it’s all Grandpa’s fault. Grandpa is not a fighter. Grandpa is giggling. Hehehe…”


    The little guyughed along with him.


    Leo stood there dumbfounded.


    “What are you doing here like an idiot?” Until then, Mr. Drake appeared to notice him, frowned, and


    impatiently asked, “Also, who let you in?”


    He appears to recall that no one let him in.


    “Grandpa, I have an important task for you, and I didn’t mean to bother you.” He wanted to ask who this


    child belonged to so that his son-inw would be like this, but he was afraid of saying


    something wrong and being kicked out again.


    The mouth moved and then closed.


    “Can I ask you a question? When Ist said something significant, I wasn’t being serious about it. So I


    inquired as to whether you had been overly busy recently. Should your parents send you to study


    abroad or something?” Mr. Drake appeared impatient, devoid of any patience or enthusiasm


    for that trivial matter.


    Leo’s heart is filled with conflicting emotions. Why is the difference so great when they are both


    grandchildren?


    No, he is a responsible grandson. Where did this jerke from?


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    “This child, Grandpa…” He paused for a moment before asking, a horrifying thought running


    through his mind. Could he be his wife’s illegitimate son or something?!


    No way, no how! What is Mr. Drake’s age? He hasn’t left the manor in so many years. ording to


    his age, he is no more than one or two years old. How is this even possible? Is it possible that he is


    an illegitimate grandson?


    His mind was racing, and his wife had already turned around and entered the house, holding the


    child in her arms.


    Despite standing there for a few seconds, he bit the bullet and followed in after some thought.