Chapter 382 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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Mrs. Samantha looked at Deacon, and quickly snorted,

“Deacon, go to the office with me!”

In the office. Deacon came in, asking,

“Grandina, Is there anything you need?”

“Of course, there is. You have a new mistress. Is that the daughter of an oil tycoon?”. Mrs. Samantha slammed the entertainment newspaper on the table. Deacon didn’t read entertainment newspapers, he just raised his slender finger to unbutton his black wool coat, saying. I’ll send people to deal with the news.”

“You!”

Mrs. Samantha was taken aback, she said,

“Deacon, if you really want to love and get married, Grandma won’t stop you, but you change women like changing clothes just for fun. Grandma has to take care of you. It’s been three years, so I ask you, has the love affair of the past three years made you really happy?

“Grandma, don’t worry about these things,”

Deacon said faintly.

“You are my grandson, how can I ignore you? Deacon, I know you were seriously injured three years ago. Oriana almost killed you with that knife, but…”

Before Mrs. Samantha could finish her sentence, Deacon casually picked up the ashtray from the table and slammed it on the French window in front. There was a loud, deafening rumbling.

The ashtray slammed into the floor to ceiling window with an incomparably merciless force. With a bang, the glass split in an instant and then flew everywhere. Mrs. Samantha turned pale, staring at Deacon, muttering,

“Deacon…”

“Old lady, what happened?”

The noise inside quickly attracted the attention of the outside, the office door was pushed open, and Peterson and Betty stood nervously by the door and asked. Deacon’ countenance was bad, dark, and cold, especially when his narrow, deep eyes were instantly tinged with a fierce blood red when he heard the name Oriana.

Peterson and Betty had sensed something was wrong, they were standing at the door, even breathing carefully. Mrs. Samantha looked at Deacon with great pain. Three years, three years have passed but the name Oriana has become a taboo in Deacon’ life. Whenever Oriana was mentioned, he immediately lost control, as if suddenly transformed into a different person, unable to control himself, aggressive and paranoid, looking sick Deacon propped his big hands on the table, his solid chest rose and fell a few times, then he forced himself to close his eyes and adjust his breathing A few seconds later, he opened his eyes again, the red blood in his eyes had receded, but the deep indifference remained,

“Grandma, let someone clean this up! I’ll get Nathan home first!”

Deacon left on his long legs. Deacon left, and the tall figure disappeared. Mrs. Samantha’s face was red, she could only sigh incessantly.

At this time, Betty came in and began to clean up the mess on the ground. She asked,

“Old lady, did you mention Oriana again in front of the young master?””

Mrs. Samantha sat wearily on the sofa, replying,

“Yeah, every time Oriana is mentioned, he always loses his temper, as if he can’t control his violent nature, wanting to smash things to vent Deacon’s state makes me so worried. The more peaceful these three years are, the more depressed he is. I am afraid… the day Oriana comes back, he will explode. I am afraid he will hurt Oriana, I am even afraid he won’t let her go.”

Betty sighed.

“Young master really hates Oriana. As much as he loved her before, now he hates her even more. Fortunately, now he has the little master Nathan with him, so he won’t be too lonely.”

When it came to Lil’ Nathan, Mrs. Samantha’s old face quickly revealed a somewhat satisfied smile.

Lil’ Nathan and Deacon are carved from the same mold, father and son are simply copies, one big and one small. Oriana stabbed Deacon three years ago. After Deacon escaped death, his father Alpha took his genes, found a surrogate, and gave birth to Lil’ Nathan. In fact, it can be seen that Deacon didn’t want this son, but the Armstead family needed a successor, so he accepted Lil’ Nathan’s existence.

The outside world was speculating about who Lil’ Nathan’s biological mother was, but in fact, Lil’ Nathan was born by a surrogate. Mrs. Samantha smiled fondly,

“Deacon didn’t like Lil”

Nathan at first, but Lil’ Nathan has beautiful, clean eyes, just like Oriana.”

“That’s right,”

Betty nodded,

“Perhaps it’s fate, Lil’ Nathan is naturally born with eyes that look a lot like Oriana. I still remember clearly that day when the young master came to his son’s room, Lil’ Nathan opened his eyes, looked at his father with both eyes, and the young master seemed stunned for a moment. Perhaps, Lil’ Nathan reminded the young master about the first child he and Oriana lost. Since then, the young master brought Nathan home and raised him by himself.”

Mrs. Samantha laughed and said,

“Yes, Lil’ Nathan is three years old this year. Deacon has raised him for three years. Deacon is a big man, at first we were worried he wouldn’t be able to raise Lil”

Nathan. Lil’ Nathan had a fever once, and the fever lasted, and Deacon was always with him. He didn’t close his eyes for seven days and his eyes were bloodshot. We were really relieved because Deacon was a good father.”

“But still.”

said Mrs Samantha, again filled with anxiety,

“Lil”

Nathan could never get out of his own world, never playing with other kids, never talking. This makes me very nervous. Sometimes I just think Oriana’s gone and we’ve all messed up ourselves.”

Betty looked at Mrs. Samantha, and comforted her.

“Old lady, let’s wall, everything will be fine.”

By the time Deacon reached the door, he had regained his composure, showing no sign of losing his temper just now. He raised his hony fingers and began knocking, the knocking

“bang bang”

was very strong. He said,

“Nathan, I give you three seconds, open the door for me quickly. You know this broken doar can’t stop me. One, two…”

Deacon immediately started counting. As he was about to count to

“three”, the room dear opened with a

“click”, and a figure like a small milk bag appeared, it was Nathan.

Nathan is Deacon’ son, he’s perfectly inherited all of Deacon’s elite genes, and his little pink face is a miniature version of Deacon.

Nathan was born milky-skinned and handsome, with short soft wavy hair, delicately outlined facial features, and large eyes that were extremely clear and clean inlaid in his small face, like two black grapes attracting people’s eyes.

Just looking at a child like that makes everybody want to hug him.

However, Nathan is very cold. Like his father, Deacon, he doesn’t like to laugh, he’s cold and aloof. No one can control this little demon with an incredible 10, except Deacon. Deacon raised him with his own hands from an early age.

He is both his father and mother. Nathan, though unable to speak loves his father so much. Nathan’s current height only reached Deacon’s knees. Deacon looked down at him, pursed his lips in displeasure, asking,

“Why are you making everybody nervous?”

Nathan took out a pen and paper and wrote,

“I’m not sick”

Deacon glanced twice at the words

“I’m not sick,”

and then his gaze fell on Nathan’s little face. Now Nathan is looking up at him with black eyes as clear as grapes. In those big eyes, there was quiet perseverance and stubbornness, and a little… innocence. These eyes… gradually overlapped with the clear eyes deep in memory. Deacon’s heart gradually softened, he leaned over and stretched out his strong arm, holding Nathan into his strong chest,

“Gu. Let’s go home with Dad.”

Holding on to his father, Nathan pulled out another sheet of paper with a line of words already written on it Deacon glanced at it, Nathan wrote

“I don’t like your new mistress. I don’t want her to be my mom!”

Deacon carried Nathan out of The Red Villa, into a luxury Rolls Royce Phantom. At this time Deacon said in a deep voice:

“Why would I consult you if I get married?”

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