The Substitute Bride Doted by My billionaire Husband

Chapter 503 I don’t want your new mistress to be my mom

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 Elvis, muttering, “Elvis…”

“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.

Elvis’ 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 Olive.

Peterson and Betty had sensed something was wrong, they were standing at the door, even breathing

carefully. Mrs. Samantha looked at Elvis with great pain. Three years, three years have passed but the

name Olive has become a taboo in Elvis’ life.

Whenever Olive was mentioned, he immediately lost control, as if suddenly transformed into a different

person, unable to control himself, aggressive and paranoid, looking sick

Elvis 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!”

Elvis left on his long legs.

Elvis 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 Olive again in front of the young master?””

Mrs. Samantha sat wearily on the sofa, replying, “Yeah, every time Olive is mentioned, he always loses

his temper, as if he can’t control his violent nature, wanting to smash things to vent Elvis’s state makes

me so worried. The more peaceful these three years are, the more depressed he is. I am afraid… the

day Olive comes back, he will explode. I am afraid he will hurt Olive, I am even afraid he won’t let her

go.”

Betty sighed. “Young master really hates Olive. 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 Elvis are carved from the same mold, father and son are simply copies, one big and one

small.

Olive stabbed Elvis three years ago. After Elvis escaped death, his father Alpha took his genes, found

a surrogate, and gave birth to Lil’ Nathan.

In fact, it can be seen that Elvis didn’t want this son, but the Augustine 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, “Elvis didn’t like Lil” Nathan at first, but Lil’ Nathan has beautiful, clean

eyes, just like Olive.”

“That’s right,” Betty nodded, “Perhaps it’s fate, Lil’ Nathan is naturally born with eyes that look a lot like

Olive. 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 Olive 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. Elvis has raised him for

three years. Elvis 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 Elvis was always with him. He didn’t close his eyes

for seven days and his eyes were bloodshot. We were really relieved because Elvis was a good father.”

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“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

Olive’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 Elvis 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…”

Elvis 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 Elvis’ son, he’s perfectly inherited all of Elvis’s elite genes, and his little pink face is a

miniature version of

Elvis.

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, Elvis, he doesn’t like to laugh, he’s cold and aloof.

No one can control this little demon with an incredible 10, except Elvis.

Elvis 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 Elvis’s knees. Elvis 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”

Elvis 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.

Elvis’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

Elvis glanced at it, Nathan wrote “I don’t like your new mistress. I don’t want her to be my mom!”