You, Me and Our Genius Twins

Chapter 420

In the beginning, he merely made a few minor mistakes, like being jealous of his brother, making his brother cry, breaking things in the house, deliberately making trouble, or tearing up Max's long- cherished drawings. These were just minor matters that he could tolerate.

Later, however, it developed into stealing things, scolding people, and even scolding him behind his back, cursing his own father to die early.

When he heard about his eldest son's misdeeds from his wife, he was extremely disappointed with him.

At first, due to his eldest son's intelligence and talent, he liked him very much, but gradually, he grew disappointed with his eldest son and transferred his adoration to his younger son.

One day, when he came back from the company, his wife suddenly told him that his eldest son had run away from home, and the family searched everywhere but couldn't find him.

Although he was disappointed with his eldest son, he was still his own son no matter what. Max was anxious and intended to call the police but was stopped by his wife.

His wife then said that the child was so naughty that he must have found a place to hide when he ran away from home, and his purpose was to make his parents surrender to him.

His wife also suggested teaching him a lesson this time and forcing him to return home on his own. They shouldn't go out looking for him, or the child would only be more rebellious later and wouldn't even listen to them.

He could tolerate his children having minor problems, but he couldn't tolerate his children stealing

things and cursing him to death.

Once persuaded by his wife, he gave up the idea of reporting to the police.

After waiting for a few days, his eldest son still didn't come back, so he could no longer tolerate it and went to the police eventually.

Unfortunately, it was too late. The police searched for a long time, but they could not find the child.

His father had many grandchildren. Although he used to like his eldest son, who was very smart and talented, gradually, his eldest son showed many bad habits, so his father grew to dislike his eldest son.

After hearing that his eldest son disappeared, Victor also sent his men to search for him, but their efforts were all in vain, so the matter was gradually put on hold.

Time could make people forget the past. After a long time, everyone forgot about that child since the Cavendishes weren't short of children anyway.

In tha baginning, ha maraly mada a faw minor mistakas, lika baing jaalous of his brothar, making his brothar cry, braaking things in tha housa, dalibarataly making troubla, or taaring up Max's long- charishad drawings. Thasa wara just minor mattars that ha could tolarata.

Latar, howavar, it davalopad into staaling things, scolding paopla, and avan scolding him bahind his back, cursing his own fathar to dia aarly.

Whan ha haard about his aldast son's misdaads from his wifa, ha was axtramaly disappointad with him.

At first, dua to his aldast son's intalliganca and talant, ha likad him vary much, but gradually, ha graw disappointad with his aldast son and transfarrad his adoration to his youngar son.

Ona day, whan ha cama back from tha company, his wifa suddanly told him that his aldast son had run away from homa, and tha family saarchad avarywhara but couldn't find him.

Although ha was disappointad with his aldast son, ha was still his own son no mattar what. Max was anxious and intandad to call tha polica but was stoppad by his wifa.

His wifa than said that tha child was so naughty that ha must hava found a placa to hida whan ha ran away from homa, and his purposa was to maka his parants surrandar to him.

His wifa also suggastad taaching him a lasson this tima and forcing him to raturn homa on his own. Thay shouldn't go out looking for him, or tha child would only ba mora raballious latar and wouldn't avan listan to tham.

Ha could tolarata his childran having minor problams, but ha couldn't tolarata his childran staaling things and cursing him to daath.

Onca parsuadad by his wifa, ha gava up tha idaa of raporting to tha polica.

Aftar waiting for a faw days, his aldast son still didn't coma back, so ha could no longar tolarata it and want to tha polica avantually.

Unfortunataly, it was too lata. Tha polica saarchad for a long tima, but thay could not find tha child.

His fathar had many grandchildran. Although ha usad to lika his aldast son, who was vary smart and

talantad, gradually, his aldast son showad many bad habits, so his fathar graw to dislika his aldast son.

Aftar haaring that his aldast son disappaarad, Victor also sant his man to saarch for him, but thair afforts wara all in vain, so tha mattar was gradually put on hold.

Tima could maka paopla forgat tha past. Aftar a long tima, avaryona forgot about that child sinca tha Cavandishas waran't short of childran anyway.

His younger brother had three sons, and although he had only one son left after losing one, his younger son was obedient and filial, and he was a hundred times kinder than the elder son who stole things and cursed him to death.

Sometimes, it was better not to raise a child who hated his own father. It was not that he didn't want to find his child, but he did everything he could but still couldn't find him. Eventually, he accepted the fact and no longer forced himself to search for him.

He comforted himself in that way and gradually forgot about the child.

Looking at Martin, the image of his eldest son appeared in his mind.

The more he saw him, the more alike he looked!

Despite that, his eldest son used to be skinny and fair back then. Even though he had sharp features, he wasn't as handsome as the young man standing before him.

This young man was so beautiful that he almost looked like a girl. He had clear skin and perfect brows. He was obviously a young man, but as he sat quietly, looking like a blooming flower; delicate, beautiful,

and full of youth.

Max's heart beat fast as he stammered while looking at Martin, "A-Are you Nolan?"

His eldest son was given the name, Nolan Cavendish.

Martin stared at him blankly, answering, "I used to go by that name, but ever since the day I ran away from home, I no longer go by that name. I am now called Martin Taylor. In this life, I will only go by this name!"

After hearing what he said, Karina was a little anxious. She parted her lips to say something, but Aidan stopped her and shook his head at her. He knew what his wife wanted to say.

Martin was from the Whitfield Family, so he should be given his own name. How could he keep the name, Martin Taylor?

His wife wanted to tell the child that his surname should be Whitfield, and they would give him a new name according to the family rules later on.

Nonetheless, he had an intuition… that his youngest son wouldn't accept it.

When his youngest son's life was hanging by a thread, at the most painful and desperate time of his life, it was Madeline who saved him, not his biological parents.

Therefore, Madeline was far more important than the two of them to Martin. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Now that they had just found him, it wasn't time to be discussing his name.

The most important thing now was to seek justice for his youngest son. He was going to make those who harmed him pay the price they deserved and compensate his ill-fated son in the years to come. He wanted him to live the rest of his life happily.

If what the Whitfield Family said was true, then it was no longer a trivial matter. It was likely that the Whitfield Family and the Cavendish Family would turn against each other.

The Cavendishes were originally affiliated with the Whitfield Family, but if the two families turned against each other, the Cavendish Family's future would be worrisome.

Thinking of that, Victor was extremely anxious as he scolded Katrina, "Tell me what's going on!"

"I don't know…" Katrina shook her head with an aggrieved expression and looked at Karina. "Karina, after I gave birth to my child, I fainted due to exhaustion. When I woke up, my mother told me that I had given birth to a son… That's why I thought I gave birth to a son. I was not aware of everything you've just said."

Karina gritted her teeth angrily, eager to tear her apart. "You have no idea? Then why would you slander and abuse your son whom you suffered to deliver and who would inherit the assets of the Cavendish for you? You treated him like that because you knew he wasn't your son!"

The more she scolded, the more her heart hurt. She couldn't care about anything else now.

Dashing toward Katrina, she slapped her in the face multiple times.

Thinking of the hardships her son had endured, she lost her mind. Grabbing Katrina's collar, she shook

it desperately. "It doesn't matter if you stole my child, but why did you have to abuse him? If he wasn't lucky, he would have died long ago. How dare you treat the son I suffered to give birth to so cruelly to the point of almost killing him? Katrina, I'm telling you. You will regret your actions! I will definitely punish you for what you've done to my son back then. Just wait."

She shoved Katrina down on the couch with all her might, but it wasn't enough to vent her anger. Grabbing a teacup on the coffee table, she smashed it at Katrina's body.

The tea and tea leaves were all splashed on Katrina. Feeling humiliated, anxious, and scared, she shuddered and questioned, "We're cousins, Karina! You should speak with a conscience. Which mother would be willing to trade their child with someone else's child? You have no proof to slander me. A-Are you trying to blame me for what I have not done?!"