The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

When Mrs. Austen heard her eldest son, Owen, speak so disrespectfully and accuse her because of that ungrateful Hilbert, her anger flared up instantly and became increasingly uncontrollable. She whirled around, her eyes wide with rage, and turned her sharp gaze directly at her eldest son, Owen. Her once dignified and beautiful face was now contorted with anger. She clenched her teeth, forcing out words filled with resentment and disappointment: "You unfilial and disobedient wretch! Are you going to take the side of that heartless ingrate? Look at you, foolishly treating him like a brother, but what about now? He's returned to the royal family as a prince of unparalleled nobility, and has long since forgotten about you, his so-called brother! He wouldn't even remember you existed! And you, on the other hand, are here defending him, protecting him! It chills me to the bone!"

Mrs. Austen, her anger surging, yelled at Owen, increasingly convinced of her own righteousness, as if the whole world should be on her side. At the same time, her eyes were fixed on Owen, never letting up, trying to catch a glimpse of remorse or apology in his expression or reaction. However, to her surprise, Owen remained silent in the face of her furious tirade, standing there quietly with his head bowed, like a child being punished for wrongdoing. Seeing her son's silence, Mrs. Austen's anger didn't subside; instead, she became even more convinced of her own words and grew even more righteous indignant.

Lady Austen continued her tirade, her emotions running high: "Am I wrong? We raised Hilbert with such care! Now that he's finally a prince of noble birth, what have we gotten in return? Not only have we gained nothing, but this brat has severed ties with us over such a trivial matter! And that Countess Frostbite, my cousin. Princess Catherine was really ruthless; she beat him so badly he was covered in blood, a truly gruesome sight! The worst part is, this has absolutely nothing to do with us! Why should she cut ties with us? In my opinion, Hilbert is a complete and utter ingrate!"

Upon hearing his mother's words, Owen was instantly overwhelmed by a profound sense of disappointment. His already weary face now appeared even more lifeless, as if all his energy had been drained away in that instant.

He slowly raised his head, gazing at his mother with an almost desperate look, and said in a hoarse and weak voice, "Mother, don't you understand? Hilbert has shown extraordinary intelligence since he was a child! He can even accurately repeat what my aunt once said. What does that prove? It only shows that from a very young age, he clearly knew that he was not a member of our family, but he always kept this truth buried deep in his heart and never revealed a word to anyone."

At this point, Owen became increasingly agitated, raising his voice unconsciously as he continued, "And also, Mom, don't be naive enough to think that entering the palace is as easy as walking into your own backyard! In fact, this was all a trap meticulously set by Princess Catherine for Hilbert! Just yesterday, during that torrential downpour, when the video of Princess Catherine kneeling in public spread like wildfire throughout H continent, Hilbert didn't hesitate to escape from the hospital. Think about it, how could such a thing have happened if it hadn't been premeditated?"

Mr. Austen, who had been silent all along, finally broke the silence. He slowly raised his head and looked at his eldest son, Owen, who was standing in front of him, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

Mr. Austen spoke in a low, slightly hoarse voice, “Owen, are you really so sure? He stared intently into Owen’s eyes, as if trying to see through them to the truth. You said Hilbert knew from a young age that he wasn’t of our family blood, but why, all these years, has he never mentioned it, or even considered asking us for confirmation? What’s even more perplexing is that he silently endured your mother’s excessive actions without complaint… What is going on?” As Mr. Austen spoke, his brow furrowed unconsciously, the mysteries in his mind growing ever more tangled.

Owen stared intently at his father, took a deep breath, and said in an unusually firm and direct tone, "Dad, listen to me. Just a couple of days ago, I was browsing the internet and saw something on a Chinese app called Xingbo. It was really popular in China at the time, it even trended on the hot search list! Then, I carefully studied Hilbert's reply, and from what I understand, it seems he's known since childhood that he's not our family's real child, but an adopted one. What's even more surprising is that, actually, as early as ten years ago, he already knew about his relationship with Catherine." "Your Highness is my biological brother and sister, born of the same parents! However, due to some misunderstandings between him and his biological parents, they haven't been able to acknowledge them. Think about it, if that weren't the case, why would he have stayed in our home for so long? Perhaps he initially wanted everyone to leave each other alone and live peacefully. Besides, apart from Mom, our whole family has been very good to him. Maybe that's why he was willing to endure Mom's less-than-ideal behavior and silently bear her pressure."

Mr. Austen sat in his chair, his brow furrowed, listening thoughtfully to the conversation between his wife and son. As the conversation deepened, his expression grew increasingly somber, as if he had realized a problem that had been consistently overlooked.

At this moment, Mr. Austen finally realized that over the years, he had never truly cared for Hilbert. Although he provided him with a comfortable material life, he had never taken the time to understand Hilbert's true thoughts and feelings.

After listening to her husband and son's conversation, Mrs. Austen's initial anger subsided slightly, but she still said with some resentment, "The reason I suppressed him was because of your aunt's instigation! Why can't he understand my good intentions as a mother? I just didn't want him to be too high-profile; I haven't deprived him of anything materially! Besides, haven't we successfully raised him to be a painter? Isn't that enough for him?" After saying this, she sighed softly, a hint of helplessness and grievance in her eyes.

Owen's deep, calm eyes, usually as still as a pool, were now filled with a thick fog, brimming with disappointment. A mocking smile played on his slightly upturned lips, as if he found everything before him utterly laughable and absurd.

He stared intently at his mother and said slowly in an almost indifferent tone, "Mother, do you really feel at ease and without any guilt when you say such things? Hilbert's path to painting and his current achievements are all thanks to Father's unwavering support and encouragement! And what about you back then? You were so firmly opposed, only wanting him to stay at home as an idle and good-for-nothing playboy."