The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

At this moment, Prince Blaine turned around to face the two siblings who had quietly appeared behind him, and said softly, "Alright, children, this is no longer a suitable place for us to stay. Let's go home."

As soon as the words were spoken, the three uncles and nephews strode off without hesitation, without asking anyone to lead them, and without even turning their heads.

They walked straight toward the manor gate. Their figures appeared particularly resolute in the afterglow of the setting sun. Beside them were a group of well-trained bodyguards, who had somehow transformed from two bodyguards into a group of bodyguards, carrying Hilbert's personal belongings who were not in the manor. The group quickly disappeared at the end of the road in the distance.

After Prince Blaine and his siblings hurriedly left the manor's drawing room, the room fell silent. Mr. Austen slowly sat down on the sofa, took a deep breath, and turned his gaze to the envelope and thin piece of paper he had just received from Prince Blaine.

He gently stroked the surface of the envelope, feeling its slightly rough texture, as if he could touch the secrets hidden within through this simple touch. Then, he carefully opened the envelope, afraid of accidentally destroying any important clues or information that might be inside.

When the envelope was fully opened, a snow-white sheet of paper came into Mr. Austen's view. He stared at the paper, which was covered with dense black writing, some strokes of which appeared particularly bold, as if the writer had been unusually excited or eager when putting pen to paper.

Mr. Austen leaned closer and began to read it word by word. As more text came into view, his brow furrowed, and his expression grew increasingly serious. Clearly, the contents of this letter far exceeded his initial expectations…

Sharon, the ruler of the Kingdom of Jade Continent, by the grace of God, is King Nore Lancaster VII. She hereby proclaims to the world: In view of the generations of loyalty and righteousness of the Austen family, Avery-Austen adopted the royal prince who had been living abroad 22 years ago and raised him with great care, so that I was able to find the child after many years. I am deeply grateful and his meritorious service is exemplary.

In accordance with the precedent set by the late king and the laws of the kingdom, I hereby bestow upon Avery-Austen the title of Earl of Austen.

The Earl may choose a castle to build his residence, pass on his family crest, attend court according to noble etiquette, and participate in important kingdom councils. This title is hereditary, and future generations must strictly obey the King's orders and fulfill their obligations to continue his glory. May Avery-Austen cherish his honor, protect the peace of his domain, enhance the well-being of the kingdom, and live up to my expectations and the expectations of his subjects.

This document is hereby established, bearing the imperial seal, and shall be executed on June 27.

Just then, the butler rushed in, his hurried steps seeming to carry a rush of wind, and instantly arrived before the couple. He bowed slightly and said respectfully, "My lord, Prince Blaine specifically instructed that the seal should be sent to you in about two or three days. Furthermore, regarding the edict, it will be officially announced to the entire nation tomorrow." Having said this, the butler stood quietly to the side, awaiting his master's instructions.

After listening, Austen looked weary. He slowly raised his hand and waved it weakly, signaling the butler to leave. Seeing this, the butler didn't dare linger and quickly turned to leave.

At this moment, Lady Austen, who had been silent all along, seemed to finally recover from her shock. Her eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief, followed by a hysterical scream: "Hilbert! What did he just mean? Does he really not intend to acknowledge me as his mother? He's become a prince, and he doesn't even recognize his own foster mother? How can there be such ungratefulness in the world? He's become king, and I'm the mother who raised him with such care! How can he not acknowledge us? He's truly raised a heartless wretch!" Lady Austen, in her feverish state, was a far cry from her usual virtuous and gentle self.

Owen's handsome but expressionless face was as stiff as a sculpture. He moved his body slowly, as if each movement carried a heavy burden, and finally silently sat back down on the sofa.

At this moment, his deep, ocean-like eyes silently gazed at his mother, who was going mad. His gaze was utterly calm, as if everything happening before him had nothing to do with him. However, only he knew that a turbulent storm was raging within him.

The image of the gentle, kind mother she once knew has vanished, replaced by this almost insane woman. Her hair is disheveled, her once delicate face is distorted with rage, and she keeps shouting incomprehensible words.

This scene was so unfamiliar to Owen that he began to doubt whether he truly understood his mother. Could it be that the mother he had known all along was merely a facade? Perhaps this was her true nature… Thinking this, a nameless sorrow and fear welled up within Owen.

The silence lasted for several seconds, the entire room seemingly enveloped in a heavy atmosphere. Finally, Owen broke the silence, a slight, mocking smile playing on his lips. He slowly turned his gaze to Mrs. Austen and spoke in a measured yet sarcastic tone:

"Mother, think back on all these years. The only decent thing you've ever done in your life is probably bringing Hilbert home! But as for why you brought him home in the first place, only you truly know the reason! Why are you so furious here now? I think it's because you see he's now a prince, but you haven't gotten anything out of him, and he just turned around and left without a backward glance. All these years, no matter how hard you've tried to suppress him, he's silently endured it all. But in this short..." In just two short days, when he ran away from home, he received blatant and undisguised favoritism from his own sister—something anyone could see clearly! And what you did today doesn't seem like he's his mother at all. Tell me, given this, do you think he'd still acknowledge you as his mother and us? Wagging his tail and begging like a lapdog, just to get even a shred of pity or a pitiful act of maternal love from you? If it were me, I would never do that!