novelraw Chapter 420: The Child Is Yours, Only Wish to Never See You Again in This Life
Chapter 420: The Child Is Yours, Only Wish to Never See You Again in This Life
"You’ve already had two ice creams today. If you eat another, your tummy will hurt. Mommy will buy you a little vest instead." Leah gently pinched Casimir Shaw’s cute little cheeks, bending down with a cheerful smile and saying, "Once you wear the little vest, you’ll have lots of playmates!"
Casimir Shaw’s eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously.
Leah called the driver to come pick them up, then let loose in indulging the little boy with generous shopping.
The two wandered through the mall with great excitement, completely oblivious to the fact that Major General Shaw’s subordinates were quietly narrowing the search radius, using the mall as the center point, until the entire building was surrounded.
Richard Shaw sat in his wheelchair, his handsome and resolute features exuding calm authority. His entire presence was icy and commanding as he entered the mall.
"The young master should be on the fourth floor," said Swan nervously as she glanced at the locator.
Inside a children’s clothing store on the fourth floor, Leah was sitting on a cushioned sofa for shoppers to rest. Around her feet were numerous shopping bags. Casimir Shaw had just changed into a new outfit: a white springtime shirt paired with a green vest. The crisp combination made his fair and handsome little face look even prettier.
Casimir’s small hands fiddled with the hem of his shirt, his large jet-black eyes filled with delight, before he nervously asked, "Mommy, is this expensive?"
Leah froze for a moment. A boy barely a few years old was already developing an awareness of money. She wondered what kind of upbringing he’d had from the start.
"If it’s expensive, Old Shaw will be mad," Casimir finally showed a touch of cautiousness. His beautiful black peach blossom-shaped eyes darted to the piles of shopping bags his mother had bought, his small face troubled. Secretly, he rubbed his little bottom, knowing that when Old Shaw became furious, spankings often followed.
"It’s not expensive. Mommy can afford it," Leah said, her dissatisfaction with Old Shaw bubbling up anew.
From the elevator, Richard Shaw emerged, seated in his wheelchair. His gaze instantly fell on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the children’s clothing store. There stood Casimir, missing all morning—and now happily twisting his small body in front of the mirror to admire his new clothes. As Richard laid eyes on the scene, a dark cloud settled over his face, and rage surged as he yearned to punish the little brat.
Silently vanishing earlier had thrown everyone into a panic. Deploying the Military District’s strength to seal off Southern City, conducting full inspections of every passing vehicle—only to find this boy shopping for new clothes at the mall. Hah.
When Richard’s face was tense and solemn, his entire aura radiated the unyielding presence of military iron and blood. Just as he was about to move forward, Casimir, already brimming with joy, dashed toward the sofa where Leah was resting. Standing on tiptoe, he sweetly snuggled into her embrace and planted a kiss.
For Richard, it was but a fleeting glimpse, but in that moment, he felt his blood freeze. His hands clenched the wheelchair handles too tightly, and as a result, the wheelchair rolled forward uncontrollably, colliding headlong into the glossy crystal decoration of the mall’s landscape tree. The tree shattered into a thousand fragments that flew into the air, its shards slicing across Richard’s ruggedly handsome face, leaving several faint trails of blood.
The loud commotion immediately drew the attention of passing mall-goers. All eyes turned to the resolute and godlike figure of the man sitting in the wheelchair, now motionless beside the wreckage of the decoration—a scene so chilling it seemed carved out of stone.
The mall security guards rushed over in a panic. Swan was still clueless about the specifics, but all she saw was the Major General in an intense emotional reaction, shattering the mall’s decoration. His overwhelming aura pressed upon everyone present, leaving no room to breathe.
Swiftly, Swan whipped out her credentials and told the security guards, "Military District personnel, conducting official business."
Soon, a unit of fully armed soldiers entered the mall’s premises, heading directly for the fourth floor. The mall’s patrons froze in astonishment, while even the onlooking security guards were petrified with fear, unsure of what was transpiring.
Richard Shaw sat motionless in his wheelchair, veins bulging visibly in his hands. His rugged features resembled lifeless marble, devoid of expression, as he fixated on the floor-to-ceiling glass window displaying one woman and one child—Leah and Casimir. For six years, nearly two thousand days and nights, the image burned into his mind had always been her lying pale and fragile in a hospital bed, turning her face away, and saying with painful softness, "The child is yours. I wish never to see you again in this life."