Chapter 166: Chapter 166

Evan Quinn looked at the man sitting opposite him. Their eyes locked, and a repressive atmosphere brewed between them. The butler stood by, observing the tense opposition between the two, and shook his head wryly, "No wonder they’re father and son. Even their stubborn looks are identical."

"Don’t think that this means I’ve forgiven you. I’m not helping you; I’m helping Mommy!"

Evan Quinn said coldly with a small, stern face.

The man let out a cold snort. Since Evan was brought over, he hadn’t shown him a kind face, and even now, his words were still mocking and sarcastic.

Landon Lawson was sure he’d done everything he needed to do. Why couldn’t Evan have a slightly better attitude towards him? Was there something he did wrong?

Although he felt puzzled, considering Landon’s character, he wouldn’t ask proactively.

"You don’t believe Mommy, yet you trust that wicked woman. Watching Mommy’s hand bleed, what were you doing then?"

The more Evan Quinn spoke, the angrier he became. Remembering the day when his Mommy’s hand was open, and the fresh red blood in her palm, made him begin to doubt Landon Lawson for the first time. Was he truly Mommy’s good spouse?

"I didn’t do it on purpose, and I really didn’t know." Landon Lawson was at a loss for words. He hadn’t gone back with Sienna that day, and until now, he hadn’t forgiven himself.

Evan Quinn snorted coldly, crossed his arms, and turned his round little body away while sitting on the sofa, stubbornly turning his head to the side. Their cheerful demeanor just moments ago was all an act between them.

Today, Evan received a call from Landon Lawson. Originally, he didn’t plan to pay him any heed. However, hearing his pitiful tone softened his heart, and he ended up giving him another chance. Evan always felt that Landon’s feelings for Sienna weren’t just as they seemed.

Evan turned around and smiled sweetly at the elderly butler behind him, saying, "Grandfather, where’s my room? I’m so sleepy, and I have to go to kindergarten early tomorrow."

Looking at the sweet-voiced little child, the old man smiled lovingly. Then he glanced at the frustrated Landon Lawson and chuckled softly. It was the first time he saw Landon Lawson so helplessly eating humble pie, especially to a four-year-old child.

"Young Master, your room is ready."

"Alright, thank you." Evan Quinn’s mouth formed a delightful smile, his large eyes curved into picturesque arcs. With such an innocent-looking face, who would ever think he could see these matters so clearly and distinctly?

Landon Lawson watched Evan being led away to his room by the butler, his eyes gradually narrowed.

Evan wasn’t one to act out without cause nor did he falsely accuse anyone. But why did he have such a significant issue with Vera Yates? And could even fabricate seeing a cold gleam passing through her hand?

Could it really be that Evan saw it?

This was the first time Landon Lawson began doubting Vera Yates.

He furrowed his brows slightly, picked up his phone, and dialed a number. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel•fire.net

"You’ve been contacting me quite frequently lately." Miles Grant’s voice came through the phone, slightly weary, as if he’d just come off the operating table.

Landon pressed his lips together and simply replied with a hum, not speaking for a long time.

Miles laughed lightly as he took off his lab coat, "Have you encountered another issue? Every time you’re , never wanting to speak directly. Do you take me for your mind-reading worm?"

Landon Lawson furrowed his brows and spoke in a clear, cold voice, "Did you see how Sienna’s hand got hurt that day?"

Miles’ hand paused as he held the phone. His gentle and refined face gradually darkened, and his previously playful smile stiffened, "I didn’t see it. Do you seriously believe Chloe’s words? He’s just a child. Are you really believing a child’s words?"

Landon frowned. He understood Miles’ point, but Evan was overly mature in his thinking; how could he be mistaken? If he wasn’t sure, he wouldn’t have spoken.

However, Landon didn’t say much more. They casually exchanged a few words before hanging up the phone.

Miles looked at his phone, gently furrowing his brow. He took an invitation from his wardrobe box, and his mouth slowly curved up.

The days drew nearer, and Sienna’s birthday party arrived.

Amanda Warren waited early in the lobby of Yates Group, accompanied by Clara Quinn.

Clara wore a bright white dress, her long, slim legs had no excess fat, and her glowing white skin had a baby-like texture. Sitting cross-legged in the waiting area, she surveyed the room and the people passing by, pouting, "What’s up with Yates Group? It’s just a bunch of workaholics who can’t dress up."

Amanda turned her head to look at her beautiful daughter, "Do you think everyone is as pretty as you? Otherwise, how would your excellence stand out? Of course, they need these ordinary people to serve as a backdrop."

Amanda adored her precious daughter, planning Clara’s future from the moment she was born.

Clara smiled smugly, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

The young girl at the Yates Group’s reception desk heard their conversation loud and clear. She pouted, unable to comprehend how someone as competent as Sienna could have relatives like them. Were they really blood-related?

How could the difference be so vast?

Sean Carter, just arriving at the company, saw the two seated in the waiting area. He gestured to the receptionist, who whispered softly, "Manager Carter, they’re President Quinn’s second aunt and cousin."

"Second aunt and cousin?" Sean was momentarily stunned, glancing once more at the two and then curving his mouth into a sly smile. He walked over proactively.

"You must be President Quinn’s family."

Claire and Amanda looked up at Sean standing in front of them. He was clean and handsome, dressed in a black suit, his tall and handsome appearance catching Claire’s eye.

Although she’d visited Yates Group several times, she had never met Sean Carter.

Amanda surveyed Sean up and down and said, "You are?"

"I’m Project Manager Sean Carter. I heard from reception that you’re President Quinn’s family, so I wanted to come by and entertain you."

Hearing Sean mentioned as a project manager, Claire’s eyes suddenly sparkled, "Are you the project manager? Then you must be quite familiar with Sienna’s work?"

"Of course, I’m very familiar with President Quinn’s affairs."

Upon hearing Sean say this, Clara became interested too and suddenly asked, "How is Sienna’s work ability? Is she really that strong?"

Recently, Sienna’s reputation had grown, knowing that Yates Group was competing with Lawson Group for HR Group’s collaboration, and Sienna helped Yates Group secure the deal.

Lawson Group’s targeted collaborations had never failed before, yet this time, they lost out to Sienna. What’s more, Sienna was Landon’s ex-wife.

For a while, the upper circles of society were buzzing with discussions about this matter.