Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 30: Why Is He Here?

The woman’s shrill voice and fierce expression made the layers of journalists quickly make way for her.

Seeing the woman about to charge forward with her child, Mason Sullivan quickly stepped up to block Raine Sinclair.

"Be careful, Ms. Sinclair!"

Raine Sinclair’s eyes slightly paused. To be honest, the woman with her bared teeth holding the child was indeed somewhat intimidating.

But in front of so many people, if she were to openly hide behind the security team for protection, the journalists might sensationalize the situation.

"Mason, I’m okay." She whispered to Mason first, then stepped out from behind him to face the woman holding the child.

"But..." Mason wanted to stop her, but seeing that she’d already gone out, he had no choice but to carefully guard by her side.

When the woman saw Raine Sinclair stepping out, tears immediately flowed from her eyes as she cursed fiercely, "You’re the new CEO? You’re a woman too, and will have your own children in the future. How can you bear to use inferior materials? Aren’t you afraid of retribution?!"

Mason was immediately displeased, feeling that his colleague was being bullied, and frowned as he retorted, "How can you speak like that?"

Raine Sinclair, however, waved her hand and looked intently at the child in the woman’s arms—

The little boy seemed to be about three or four years old, wearing a gray-blue baseball cap, his large round eyes unusually moist, with tear stains still clinging to his eyelashes, clearly having just cried.

His fair little face was covered with red rashes, densely packed, looking quite frightening.

The same could be seen on his little hands and legs, some of which had been scratched open, exceptionally red.

Probably because it was his first time being surrounded by and receiving attention from so many people, the little boy seemed very nervous, his eyes full of fear, only daring to hide in his mother’s arms, not daring to move, even forgetting to cry.

He was indeed a pitiful child.

Raine Sinclair did not directly converse with the child’s mother but rather asked the little boy with concern, "Little one, can you tell auntie where you feel uncomfortable?"

The little boy glanced at Raine Sinclair but did not answer. Instead, he showed fear, nestling deeper into his mother’s arms for security.

The woman took the opportunity to hold the boy tighter while spitefully scolding, "What are you trying to do? You’ve scared my son!"

Seeing this woman’s rude behavior, Mason’s expression soured. Just as he was about to say something, Raine Sinclair asked the child again, "Are you scared because there are so many people here? It’s okay, your mom is here to protect you. You can tell us where you feel unwell."

Raine Sinclair seemed entirely unaffected by the woman, with all her focus on the little boy.

Mason wanted to remark that the little kid probably didn’t understand a thing; asking him would be useless!

Then, they heard the little one speaking in his childish voice, "Itchy..."

As soon as he spoke, the room fell silent.

After all, the child was the real person involved, and only he knew the true situation.

Although people usually don’t pay much attention to such a young child, listening a bit was certainly beneficial.

"When did it start itching?" Raine Sinclair asked again.

"At noon..." the little boy said, reaching up to scratch the rashes on his face again.

The woman saw this and immediately slapped his hand away, scolding, "Didn’t I tell you not to scratch? It’ll leave scars!"

The little boy was so frightened that he retracted his hand, tears streaming down his face, but he didn’t dare to cry, so he could only hold it in, eyes brimming with tears.

Seeing this, Raine Sinclair frowned. The child was already frightened, yet he was still being suppressed by his mother.

Turning her gaze to the woman, Raine Sinclair asked, "Ma’am, when did you buy the clothes for the child?"

"I bought them last week! I even made sure to wash them before letting him wear them! He just wore them today for the kindergarten field trip!" the woman said with irritation, her patience already worn thin, and cursed again, "Don’t change the subject! My son had an allergic reaction after wearing your clothes! You need to be responsible!"

Raine Sinclair considered her for a moment, grasping the key point of the issue, "You’re saying you changed the clothes for the child early in the morning, but the child says the allergy started at noon..."

This single sentence had already caused everyone present to fall into contemplation.

If it was the clothes causing the issue, then it would likely have caused a reaction as soon as the skin came in contact with it, but the child said there was at least a few hours’ gap...

In these few hours, other events might have happened, and other allergens could have been involved, so it might not all be blamed on the quality of the clothes.

Hearing this, Mason’s brain started turning quickly, "Exactly! It could be an allergy to something else!"

The woman immediately panicked, ignoring everything and lashing out, "How could it be anything else? My child has never been allergic to anything since birth, it’s when he wore your clothes that he had this reaction! You’re trying to evade responsibility!"

"Ma’am, please calm down. If it’s proven that the clothes sold by Sinclair Group are the issue, we will definitely compensate. But if it’s not..." Raine Sinclair’s speech gradually slowed.

Before she could finish, the woman turned and shouted to the journalists, "Look everyone! The Sinclair Group is actually selling problematic children’s wear, defrauding consumers! Now they refuse to acknowledge the issue! Everyone must expose this unscrupulous company!"

With that, she threw a plastic bag she was holding to the ground, revealing a blue T-shirt inside, imprinted with a sunflower, appearing quite cute.

The journalists paid no mind and seized the opportunity, snapping away with their cameras.

Worried, Mason turned to Raine Sinclair and quietly asked, "What should we do now?"

Raine Sinclair didn’t answer, biting her lip, not anticipating the woman would be this difficult.

Simply arguing wouldn’t do; it was overwhelmingly in the woman’s favor.

Amidst the whirlwind of thoughts, a shout came from outside the crowd, "Ms. Sinclair! The pediatrician has arrived!"

Raine Sinclair instinctively looked up and saw Easton Yancy entering the hall with several others at the entrance.

A tall, thin man in a suit, another short, stout man in a white coat who seemed to have been brought in suddenly, even unable to change his clothes in time.

Most unexpectedly for Raine Sinclair, standing beside the three was Leon Grant.

She slightly frowned, wondering why he was there.

Leon Grant was striding purposefully toward her, dragging along the man in the white coat.

"What’s this guy doing here again?" Mason voiced the curiosity in Raine Sinclair’s heart.

Why was he everywhere?

Today the Sinclair Group definitely hadn’t scheduled anything with the Grant Group!

Amidst the astonishment, Leon Grant had already arrived in front of Raine Sinclair.