The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

After bowing deeply, Hilbert quickly stood up, his tall and upright figure now appearing somewhat forlorn and resolute. He calmly looked at the stunned family of three before him, the last trace of warmth in his eyes gradually dissipating like smoke.

He parted his lips slightly and said in a low but clear voice, "This kneeling and three kowtows are enough to repay Mr. and Mrs. Austen for raising me. From now on, Mr. and Mrs. Austen, please pretend that you never had a son like me." As his words fell, it was as if an invisible barrier stood between them, separating them from everything that had happened in the past.

Before the family of three could recover from their shock, Hilbert had already turned around and walked resolutely to Catherine's side. He looked down tenderly at his sister and said softly, "Sister, let's stop here for today and go home." As he spoke, he gently took his sister's hand.

Catherine didn't immediately respond to her brother Hilbert's words. She first glanced at Prince Blaine, who stood to the side, looking as if he already knew everything. Then, Catherine slowly said, "Uncle, you should hurry and retrieve what Grandma gave you. That way, we can finally settle things with them. After all, they raised our children; we can't let them leave empty-handed!"

Upon hearing Catherine's words, Prince Blaine was somewhat surprised. He couldn't understand how his niece had known about this. However, this doubt only flashed through his mind for a moment before he quickly dismissed it. He then blurted out instinctively, "Catherine, did you foresee this situation all along? And that crucial document, did you perhaps specifically beg your grandmother for it?"

Just then, Catherine turned her head slightly and glanced at Lady Austen out of the corner of her eye. A faint, mocking smile played on Lady Austen's lips. Then, as if nothing had happened, she spoke casually, "Perhaps it's my sixth sense, or perhaps it's some strange telepathic connection between my brother and me. Last night, as soon as I sensed things might change, I sent a message to my Queen Mother, pleading with her to bestow this treasure upon me as a precaution. Who would have thought it would come in so handy today!"

Prince Blaine, standing nearby, nodded repeatedly in agreement. He thought to himself that his niece Catherine's handling of the situation was indeed very much in line with her usual character. Moreover, to some extent, her actions not only cleverly defused the immediate crisis but also inadvertently protected the royal family's reputation—truly remarkable!

Prince Blaine gracefully rose slowly from the soft, comfortable sofa, his tall and imposing figure drawing attention. Then, he strode confidently toward Mr. and Mrs. Austen.

When he reached the luxurious sofa where the Austen couple were sitting, he stopped abruptly, as if time itself had frozen. Then, Prince Blaine slowly reached into his robes, carefully fumbling for something. A moment later, he successfully pulled out an exquisite envelope bearing the Queen's personal coat of arms.

The envelope emitted a faint fragrance, seemingly containing some mysterious and important message. Prince Blaine, with a smile yet with unwavering solemnity, slowly began to pull a piece of paper, also bearing the Queen's insignia, from the envelope. The entire movement resembled a meticulously choreographed dance performance, every subtle gesture imbued with a sense of ritual.

Finally, the precious piece of paper was fully revealed to everyone. Prince Blaine gently held the envelope and the paper in both hands and extended them to Mr. Austen, who was sitting upright on the sofa. Mr. Austen was still immersed in his surprise and had not yet fully recovered, but out of instinct, he reached out and took the item from Prince Blaine.

Prince Blaine frowned slightly, his previously gentle expression vanishing, replaced by solemnity and majesty. Then, the words that slowly escaped his lips carried immense weight: "Mr. Austen, please listen carefully to every word I say!" He deliberately emphasized his words, making the surrounding air seem to freeze.

"Mr. Austen, do you know that this document was personally written by Her Majesty the Queen? It was meant to be a last resort, never to be shown to anyone lightly. However, the current situation forces me to take it out. Originally, I intended to return it to the court immediately if it was no longer needed, but things have come to this... I'm sure you've already witnessed the current situation. Lady Austen's treatment of Hilbert is so appalling that he has decided he no longer wants to be your son. But as royalty, how can we stand by and watch this nurturing grace go to waste? How can we sit idly by and watch you lose such a fine child? Therefore, we devised this document as a bargaining chip. However, we never expected that even so, Lady Austen still harbors resentment towards my nephew. Since that's the case, then today I will take this child away and ensure he never suffers any more injustice! And you should know that you and..." "Hilbert, this child, is completely unrelated to us! We, his family, will repay the debts he owes. Therefore, from this day forward, please refrain from harassing him again, and never use his name to act recklessly! Furthermore, you must never again use your status as parents to bind or control him! Otherwise, if I discover this, you will bear all the consequences!" Prince Blaine spoke these words with unusual seriousness. He had originally come back with great joy to accompany his nephew to visit his adoptive parents, but who would have thought he would encounter such a situation? It was utterly disheartening. At this moment, it was better to completely sever ties to prevent the child from suffering further harm and heartbreak.

Just then, Mr. Austen finally came to his senses. He had heard every word Prince Blaine had said clearly and naturally understood the other party's true intentions.

Mr. Austen's red eyes, burning like flames, stared directly into Prince Blaine's seemingly calm and undisturbed gaze. He pursed his lips tightly, as if trying to say something, but the words seemed stuck in his throat, unable to escape.

In truth, Mr. Austen knew perfectly well that his wife had gone too far. Her treatment of the children was so appalling that Hilbert grew up under her oppression, filled with pain and resentment. And he, as the father, had been completely oblivious to this, now feeling immense guilt.

And so, Mr. Austen, his eyes red, stood silently in place, not uttering a single word. Time passed second by second, and after a few seconds, he suddenly felt a deep sense of shame welling up inside him, so he slowly lowered his head, no longer daring to look Prince Blaine in the eye.