A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 4: The Old Man Can’t Produce a Son

For six years, Hayden Kaye had been waiting for Vivian Quincy to return. He wanted to tell her he was rich now, but she actually had a son? 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Impossible. Vivian isn’t that kind of person." Hayden Kaye refused to believe it, an endless flame of fury burning in his dark eyes. "You’re lying to me!"

Wanda Quincy sneered inwardly and said mockingly, "Vivian is exactly that kind of person; you just didn’t know. I told her back then not to become a mistress for petty gain, but she wouldn’t listen. Now she regrets it and has come to ruin my engagement party. I’ve already captured that bastard she gave birth to, and I can hand him over to you, Master Kaye, at any time."

’She was just wondering how to get rid of that bastard.’

Hayden Kaye’s father was extremely influential. His family had been in business for three generations, and they were so wealthy they feared attracting resentment. That was why they had Hayden hide his family’s background and pretend to be some poor kid.

He had waited six years for the woman he loved, only to be met with the news that she had already had a child...

’Hayden Kaye will definitely kill that little bastard in a fit of rage.’

’In the future, even if the Ford Family finds out, it will have nothing to do with me!’

Just as Wanda Quincy, pleased with her scheme, was about to hand Beanie Quincy over, she saw black smoke billowing from the second floor. She quickly asked, "What’s going on upstairs?"

The butler rushed downstairs. "This is bad, Miss! The storage room is on fire!"

"What!"

Wanda Quincy’s expression changed dramatically. She sprinted upstairs as thick, rolling smoke poured out from the storage room. A fire had started inside, and flames were already licking out from under the door.

’That child is still locked inside!’

’If he’s burned alive, Jasper Ford will kill me when he finds out!’

"Someone, put out the fire! Hurry, put it out!"

The servants all grabbed fire extinguishers and rushed toward the storage room, and the scene instantly descended into chaos.

After a great deal of effort, they finally put out the fire, but the room was empty. There was only a window, its screws removed.

"Where is he!" Wanda Quincy demanded furiously.

Just then, a person came stumbling up the stairs, shouting in terror, "This is terrible, Miss!"

"What is it now?" Wanda Quincy snapped, whirling around.

The gatekeeper pointed toward the backyard. "Your prized car, the one you spent a fortune on last month, someone smashed it!"

Not only that, but all the cars parked in the backyard had been smashed. When Wanda Quincy checked the surveillance footage, she turned livid with rage.

On the screen, Beanie Quincy climbed out the window, found some bricks in the garden, and proceeded to smash her cars one by one. Afterward, he even clapped his hands gleefully before slipping out through a gap in the gate!

’The absolute audacity!’

Wanda Quincy couldn’t bear to watch any longer. After getting rid of Hayden Kaye, she personally led a search party.

’This is an exclusive residential area for the wealthy. It’s sprawling and sparsely populated, but security is extremely tight. Beanie Quincy couldn’t have gotten far.’

’That little monster set fire to the storage room and smashed my cars. When I catch him, I’ll knock all his teeth out!’

Filled with murderous intent, Wanda Quincy mobilized all of her family’s guards and maids. She even called in the residential security team to conduct a full-scale search for Beanie Quincy.

Having escaped from the Quincy residence, Beanie Quincy hid in a small flowerbed. He watched the patrol cars pass by, waiting until they were all gone before daring to make a run for it. He ran so fast that he didn’t notice the car behind him. Before he could react, he was struck and sent flying!

The car screeched to a halt.

"What happened?" a stern female voice called out from inside the car.

The driver’s face went pale. He yanked the handbrake, his voice trembling. "I’m sorry, Madam. I hit someone. I’ll get out and check right away."

The driver quickly got out of the car and saw a small child on the ground, clutching his arm. The boy’s tiny, palm-sized face was scrunched up pitifully. The driver hurried to his side and knelt. "Little one, where are you hurt?"

"Mister, don’t you watch where you’re going when you drive? You nearly killed me," Beanie Quincy said, his small body slumped on the ground, his eyes red.

The driver felt extremely guilty. He looked back and saw that Madam Ford had already gotten out of the car. "Madam," he said, "the child is injured. Could I help him into the car before taking you to the Quincy Family’s residence?"

"The child is hurt, why would we still go to the Quincy residence? As for that Wanda Quincy, she is forbidden from ever setting foot in the Ford home again!" Madam Ford’s gaze landed on Beanie Quincy’s face, and she was stunned to see that the boy’s features bore a striking resemblance to Jasper Ford as a child.

Madam Ford wondered if her desperate desire for a great-grandson was making her hallucinate. She asked, "Little one, why are you out here all alone? Where is your father?"

Beanie Quincy clutched his small arm. Seeing a patrol car approaching in the distance, he worried it was the people Wanda Quincy had sent to find him. With tears welling in his eyes, he said, "Pretty Grandma, it hurts a lot."

Madam Ford immediately lifted him into the car, driving right past the patrol team.

「At the hospital.」

Madam Ford stared at the tiny figure on the hospital bed with a peculiar expression. No matter how she looked at him, he was the spitting image of Jasper Ford!

After the doctor left, Madam Ford couldn’t help but ask, "Little one, where do you live? Do you remember your parents’ phone number?"

Beanie Quincy thought about Vivian Quincy being held by those bad people. He shook his head and said, "I don’t remember Mommy’s number."

"What about your daddy?" Madam Ford asked.

Beanie Quincy wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, looking as if he was about to sob. "My daddy died a long, long time ago. He died a horrible death... his body was burned to a crisp. Now it’s just my mommy and me, relying on each other..."

"Oh, my poor darling, please don’t cry. You’re breaking my heart." Seeing his tears, Madam Ford felt her own heart ache. She gently pulled the small child into a hug.

Beanie Quincy wiped his tears, looking sad and wronged. "My mommy is away on a business trip and can’t come back, so I’m home alone with no one to look after me. But don’t worry, Grandma, I’m not trying to scam you. You can go. I can take care of myself."

Madam Ford had taken an instant liking to Beanie Quincy. After hearing his tragic story, and considering her own driver had injured him, she couldn’t possibly abandon him.

"If you wouldn’t mind, why don’t you come stay at my house for a few days? When your mommy returns, I’ll take you back to her. How does that sound?" Madam Ford asked.

Beanie Quincy’s heart leaped with joy. "Really?"

The more Madam Ford looked at Beanie Quincy, the more she adored him. He was absolutely adorable—even cuter than Jasper Ford had been as a child. As someone who loved children, she didn’t hesitate for a second before taking Beanie Quincy home with her.

"Madam, the Young Master has returned."

Madam Ford had not been home for long when the butler ran over to announce it. Busy trying to cheer up Beanie Quincy, Madam Ford looked displeased. "He got engaged to a woman with a questionable background just to fob me off, and he still has the nerve to show his face here!"

The butler wiped away a cold sweat. "But wasn’t that because you were pushing him too hard, Madam!"

"He’s almost thirty and can’t even produce a son! What use do I have for him? Tell him to get out!" Madam Ford’s voice was severe. Then she turned and saw Beanie Quincy staring at her in astonishment. She quickly forced a smile and said gently, "Beanie, don’t be afraid. I wasn’t scolding you."

Beanie Quincy gulped, and his little body trembled. ’Can the men in this grandma’s family give birth to babies, too?’

’So scary!’

Seeing the little one was terrified, Madam Ford bent down and carried him upstairs. As she left, she didn’t forget to order the butler, "Tell Jasper Ford that if he can’t find a wife and I don’t get to hold a grandson, he shouldn’t even think about setting foot in this house again!"