Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 276

After Quentin left, Lawrence sat quietly in his room for a long time. New Year's Eve was just two days away. The windows were lined with festive decorations, and colorful lights were strung up all over the neighborhood.

With everything that had happened in the family recently, the holiday spirit felt incredibly superficial.

As the sky outside gradually darkened, Odette came upstairs to call him for dinner.

Jasper followed behind his grandmother like a little shadow, tilting his head to look at him.

Lawrence waved him over. The boy looked a bit flattered, his big eyes darting between his grandmother and Lawrence before he finally trotted over.

He leaned against Lawrence's leg and called out to his uncle.

Lawrence gently patted his head, taking the boy's hand as he stood up. The tiny hand in his palm felt incredibly soft and warm.

His eyes stung slightly. Amidst all the grudges and tangled drama, this child was the most innocent of them all.

Jasper never got to choose whether or not he was born into this world, yet he was forced to carry the heavy chains the adults had placed on him.

Trapped in a maze of false memories, Hannah had insisted on having him. But perhaps unable to face his existence after he was born, she chose to send him back to their home country.

Yet even after returning home, Jasper still wasn't very close to her.

If anything, he actually preferred his "dad" a little more.

But he hadn't done anything for the boy. He couldn't shoulder the responsibilities of a "father," nor could he revert to his proper role as an uncle.

Perhaps, he had even dragged the kid down with him.

That afternoon, he and Quentin had spent hours reviewing everything, analyzing every single detail to uncover Hannah's true motives. The only thing they could confirm for sure was that the day her postpartum recovery ended—the day Jackson arrived—she underwent a massive change.

Every single time the boy got sick, it was almost always right after she had volunteered to watch him alone. And once he was sick, she would use it as an excuse, trying every trick in the book to force him to come home.

Their return hadn't brought the poor kid a single sliver of good.

As they reached the stairs, Odette was already nearing the ground floor. Crouching down, he gently touched Jasper's head and asked softly, "Do you miss Mom?"

The boy blinked and scratched his head. A three-year-old didn't know how to lie. He didn't miss her anymore, simply because she had only made a brief, fleeting appearance in his life.

She hadn't given him many good memories either. In a child's innocent little world, characters were quickly forgotten.

Even if she was his mother.

Lawrence managed to force a smile. "Wasn't Mom good to you? She'd coax you to sleep, play games with you, bathe you, and make you yummy food every day."