A Heaven-sent Sweet Child Falls Asking for Hugs-Chapter 63: Uncle, Just Kill Me

His sharp gaze was filled with doubt, scrutiny, and confusion.

The caller ID on the video invitation was clearly visible: *Dearest Mommy Dearest*.

Beanie had spent the entire day saying he hated his mommy, that she was a big villain. But this intimate nickname didn’t sound like something you’d call a villain.

The soft light in Jasper Ford’s eyes gradually turned cold, deep, and inscrutable.

Beanie noticed the change in Jasper Ford and realized he’d been exposed. With a WHOOSH, his small body lunged forward, pressing the phone against his little stomach.

He wore a look of utter panic...

Jasper Ford took it all in with a cold gaze, his thin lips parting. "Give me the phone."

"No, it’s mine." As he hid it, Beanie hung up the video call and locked his phone.

The series of actions was practiced. He’d clearly done this before.

’If he didn’t have something to hide, Beanie wouldn’t be so scared.’

Jasper Ford knew it was wrong to look at someone else’s phone, but he was now incredibly curious about what unspeakable secret Beanie was hiding in there.

Beanie’s firm refusal displeased Jasper Ford. He held out his hand, his gaze cold. Though he said nothing, the chilling aura around him was enough to make anyone shudder.

Enveloped by that frigid air, Beanie stared back with wide, watery eyes, tears welling up.

’Why is he crying now?’

Jasper Ford’s brow furrowed. His tone had been a little harsh, but he hadn’t yelled at the boy.

"What are you crying for?" he asked coldly.

Beanie wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and choked out, "My life is so miserable. I don’t want to live anymore."

Jasper Ford’s face darkened. "Why would you suddenly say that? How is your life miserable?"

"I... my father doesn’t dote on me, my mother doesn’t love me, and you people hit me with your car so I can’t even take care of myself! Now I’m living in your house, being oppressed, threatened, and abused! What’s the point of living? Why didn’t you just kill me in the accident? Why leave me here all alone and helpless?" As Beanie spoke, his tears became uncontrollable, streaming down his face like a broken dam.

Jasper Ford’s mouth twitched. With a serious expression, he said, "Be serious."

"Uncle Ford, I am being serious! I’m telling the truth! Just hit me, I don’t want to live anymore." With that, he stuck his head out.

’Could he really bring himself to hit the boy on the head?’

He had just been teasing him, wanting to see who Beanie was video calling. It was such a simple request. Did he really have to make such a scene?

"That’s enough. I’ll get angry if you keep pretending," Jasper Ford chided coldly.

Beanie stuck his neck out stubbornly. "Uncle Ford, just hit me! In your eyes, I’m just an unwanted bad kid with no daddy and no mommy, a total liar who’s just mooching off your family. I’m a little villain, so just hit me!"

Jasper Ford pressed a hand to his forehead, a headache coming on. He said in a low voice, "Fine. I won’t take your phone. You can video call whoever you want, alright?"

"Uncle Ford won’t hit me?" Beanie asked innocently.

Jasper Ford was at his wit’s end. He sighed helplessly. "I won’t hit you. Just go to sleep."

With that, Jasper Ford moved to turn off the light for Beanie Quincy.

Beanie quickly said, "I can get it myself. Uncle Ford can just close the door for me."

"Mm." The man grunted in acknowledgement and turned to leave. The moment the door clicked shut, he heard the lock turn from the inside. ’That little villain!’

Jasper Ford made a call. "Come over."

Not even ten minutes later, Caden Chandler arrived at the Ford Family estate and entered Jasper Ford’s study. He asked respectfully, "President, what are your orders?"

"I want you to investigate the relationship between Wanda Quincy and Beanie." As he spoke, Jasper Ford gently plucked a few strands of hair from his clothes. They were short and dark—clearly a man’s hair, but just as clearly not his own.

Caden Chandler placed them in a transparent evidence bag and asked, "Is this Beanie’s hair?"

"Yes," Jasper Ford nodded.

Caden Chandler said, "President, are you still suspicious of him?"

"The boy’s appearance was too sudden," Jasper Ford said. He just wanted to find out whose child Beanie was.

Although Wanda Quincy insisted the child wasn’t hers and even produced a hospital certificate to prove it, it was impossible that they had no connection at all.

Jasper Ford would absolutely never believe that Wanda Quincy was Beanie’s biological mother.

Beanie’s real mother had to be in Crestfall and must have a close relationship with Wanda Quincy. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have caused such a huge scene at Wanda’s engagement ceremony.

Although the little guy put on a good act when he heard Wanda Quincy was coming, Jasper Ford could see that Beanie was terrified of her.

That fearless, bold-faced little rascal was actually afraid of someone. How could Jasper Ford not be curious?

Holding the hair, Caden Chandler carefully sealed the bag and continued, "Beanie’s hair alone isn’t enough. As for Wanda Quincy..."

"I’ll have her come to the company tomorrow. I’ll get it for you then," Jasper Ford said, his lazy voice bewitching and pleasant.

Caden Chandler nodded and excused himself.

Jasper Ford barely slept all night. The next day, he went to the office bright and early.

Not seeing Vivian Quincy, Jasper Ford asked someone from the secretarial department, "Where’s my assistant?"

The head secretary quickly stood up and said, "President, Assistant Quincy isn’t here yet."

"Dock her attendance bonus." Jasper Ford said coldly. ’That wretched woman dared to arrive later than me! She must have been fooling around with some other man!’

The head secretary was taken aback and couldn’t help but say, "But President, there are still twenty minutes until work starts. Assistant Quincy should be on her way. Isn’t it a bit much to dock her bonus when she isn’t even late?"

"Are you the boss, or am I? If she has a problem with it, tell her to come see me in my office," Jasper Ford commanded with a stony face.

The head secretary didn’t dare say another word, merely bowing her head and nodding. "I understand. I’ll inform payroll right away."

Ten minutes later, Vivian Quincy walked into the company carrying breakfast. When she learned her attendance bonus had been docked for being "late," her face turned green with anger. Without even putting her breakfast down, she stormed into Jasper Ford’s office.

"Why did you dock my attendance bonus?" Vivian Quincy demanded furiously.

Jasper Ford, who hadn’t slept all night because of Beanie’s mysterious background, was leaning back in his chair, rubbing his temples, feeling irritable. But seeing Vivian Quincy’s face, so furious she looked like she wanted to grind her teeth, his mood inexplicably improved.

His languid eyes swept over Vivian Quincy. "As my assistant, you arrived later than me. Shouldn’t your pay be docked?"

"Who made the rule that an assistant has to arrive before the boss? It’s still ten minutes until eight o’clock! I’m not late, so what right do you have to dock my bonus?" Vivian Quincy retorted logically. She didn’t have much money to begin with; how could she not be angry about losing her bonus?

Jasper Ford rested his chin on his hands, a smirk playing on his lips. "Because I’m your boss. What I say, goes."

Vivian Quincy gritted her teeth in frustration.

Jasper Ford raised a handsome, sharp eyebrow, his gaze falling on the two bags the girl was holding. "Breakfast?"

"What about it?" Vivian Quincy asked defensively.

Jasper Ford held out his hand. "Give it to me."