Chapter 298 Karma Is...

(Complete the title without repeating others' paragraph comments.)

Although Anya did plan to go to the Matthews mansion to torture Gianna, she wasn't prepared to bring her son. She never wished to include her darling son in the adult's ugly world.

However, Zane kept insisting he wanted to see his great-grandma. Alvin, who had sowed the seed in Zane's mind, agreed instantly.

She might break the bones disregarding the age if Matthews dared do something to Zane directly or use their maids. But will hurting them back undo what will happen to Zane? Hence she was worried about what Matthews had in their mind.

Alvin patiently assured her numerous times but her mother-heart wasn't resting at ease. She looked out when the Rolls Royce Phantom halted in front of the magnificent Matthews mansion that more or less looked like a palace that was modified to modern times.

She had heard the ancestors of Matthews were the richest merchants during the time of the monarchy. She subconsciously wondered if these Matthews were the same.

Alvin passed a gift box to Zane's hand. Anya knew these father and son had a unique, more of a bizarre rapport with each other. They do accept each other but wouldn't voice it on each other's faces. At times like these, they become partners in crime, leaving her out of the loop. Like now, both stared at each other and snickered.

Could somebody please bring back her sweet adorable son and childish boyfriend?

She felt like sitting on thorns when she was there to break Gianna's confidence. Revenge needs the braveness of risking everything. And Anya could never risk her son.

She whispered to Alvin, probably for the Nth time, "I am scared." Scared of something happening to Zane. "We shouldn't do this."

If Alvin wasn't there, she would never bring Zane into this situation. She couldn't believe she wasn't being the protective mother she always was.

Alvin wouldn't have included Zane, especially knowing how worried Anya would be. But the more they avoid Zane from the Matthews, they would find ill means to reach him.

If Alvin tries to protect Zane, then Zane will have to live under continuous monitoring. That would be suffocating.

What's more, the little brat was smart. If he doesn't know how to react, he knows to fall back on them. The little brat wouldn't let others bully him.

Alvin held her faintly shaking hand, "I am right here." His soothing voice did assure her for a moment but it still wasn't effective.

Alvin gave it another try, "Let's go, I will show you my room… Err, it might not be the same after all these years."

Anya didn't feel like it, "It will be the same." How rotten this family was, they wouldn't let an outsider who visits them notice that their second son didn't have a room in the mansion.

Alvin was pleased to see he could distract her by talking about him. Even though he was guessing the same, he dared her, "If it's changed even a bit, we will register our marriage tomorrow."

"Wait," Anya took a second to assess his words correctly and she was shocked, "What!?" She refused immediately, "No." She punched him. There might be a room of his but Gianna might have done something in her hatred.

Alvin didn't listen to her and added, "If it hasn't changed, we will get wed." A sly smirk appeared on his face.

Anya and Zane: "…"

Rob, who alighted the car first, brushed his eyes over the old lady who was at the door. Casper's face darkened at the sight of Rob. Secretary Harrison anyway wasn't feeling any good about anything so he just pretended to be invisible.

Rob stood at the front seat door where Zane was sitting. Zane, who was looking at his father, sneered, "Chipmunk Monster, you should make a marriage proposal." He was baffled at his father's childish dares.

Although his son was looking down on him, Alvin recalled how those stupid classmates of his were going on their knees to propose to a girl. He started considering if those things could do some magic on his Little Donut.

Anya's eyes widened hearing her son. She could reject Alvin like this. She didn't want Alvin to do something outlandish. She always softens for just a little sweet, considerate action by Alvin. It would be harder for her to reject.

"Baby, when did you join his party?" She whined, pouting her lips at her son and sulking.

Zane didn't panic. He softly shrugged, "Momma, you should reject Chipmunk Monster hundreds of times. Sincerity is a virtue."

He never said his mother should accept Alvin so easily. It was Alvin's punishment for not knowing Anya was taking care of him like father and mother.

Alvin almost liked his little enemy when he gave a suggestion. Now he wanted to kick this brat out of the country, dip him in the ocean hundreds of times until he accepted defeat.

Zane flashed a smug smile at his father showing how to distract and make his mother happy.

Well, Anya burst into hearty laughter hearing her son. Father and son were frenemies. They join hands when in need and attack each other for the rest of the time.

Annoyed, Alvin pulled her pink cheek making it red. He got out of the car and opened the door for Anya who was still laughing inside.

Was rejecting him so fun? They were heartless people but him.

Anya composed herself but the dimples stayed on her cheeks. She got out of the car holding his hand which he offered.

Rob opened the door for Zane, who jumped out of the car looking very excited. He had replaced his smug smile with a bright grin.

"Great-grandma!!" He called out so excitedly that it seemed like he missed Cordelia.

Anya: ??

She looked at Alvin without knowing what these two were up to. She and Catalina roasted these people while her son was pretending like he loves Cordelia more than his mother.

Cordelia's face glowed like a thousand-volt light bulb. "Oh my, my…" Seeing her great-grandson so excited to meet her, she ignored the humiliation she went through. "Zane, come to great-grandma." She spread her arms calling Zane to her.

Alvin looked at Zane and settled his eyes on Anya when they bumped their fists behind Anya. One who should be worried wasn't Anya but the people in front of them.

He wrapped his arm around Anya's shoulder without letting her hold on to Zane's hand. He was confident in breaking the pride of these people… Probably confident in Zane that he wouldn't fall for these people's tricks.

The couple was too lazy to prepare themselves formally for the dinner so they were in casual wear. However, the big creature next to her still looked dazzling and her adorable son was a heartthrob in his jeans and jacket.

Zane ran towards Cordelia with a box. He wouldn't let Krystle hug him for a few months, will he let these people hug him?

Zane stuffed Cordelia's hand with the box he was holding, "Great-grandma, I brought you hand gloves. It is soft and warm. It will be good for winter." It was unwillingly arranged by Alvin as Anya didn't want to go empty-handed.

Cordelia held the box in one hand and placed her other hand on her chest, "Oh my, our Zane is so considerate."

Cordelia tried to hold Zane but the latter looked gloomy and sadly asked, "Does Great-grandma don't like my gift? Won't you use it?"

p Anya wanted to cry in a corner, Alvin was ruining her son's innocence. This wasn't mischief but pure craftiness. Zane didn't want Cordelia to touch him.

Cordelia dramatically tried to convince Zane, "No, No, Zane. This is the first gift you bought for me. I love it. Do you want me to wear it? Let me do it."

Cordelia opened the lid of the box and saw warm-toned brown knitted hand gloves. It was elegant and well made. She stuffed the box into Casper's hand and quickly wore it.

Just like a little girl excited about the present, Cordelia spread her fingers next to her face and asked Zane, "Look… Doesn't it look pretty?"

Anya took a deep breath. She agrees this old lady had an evil mind but her heart was still purely interacting with Zane. She felt like they were playing with Cordelia's emotions.

To Alvin, this was Cordelia's retribution. He had no mercy on her. Because if Liam had a boy baby, Cordelia would have seen Zane as another bastard. Thus she deserves nothing, not even hatred.

Secretary Harrison: "…"

He wanted to wash his eyes after witnessing how easily Cordelia was losing against a small kid. 'Karma is…' He sighed.