Not Twins (Natasha and Kenneth)

• Natasha furrowed her brows as the words Fabian said to her in the hospital resounded in her head.

• He said Gaston would never appear again in the future. Does Kenneth have a hand in this?

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Deep down, she sensed it had something to do with Kenneth. Otherwise, Fabian would not have said so.

However, she also felt that it wasn't done by Kenneth, thinking the man would never do such a thing for her.

• As she was pondering, Terence called out to her twice. "Silly girl, what's on your mind?"

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Natasha snapped out of her daze, murmuring, "I was thinking who would have taken action so quickly..."

"That evil man deserves to be punished. Hence, no matter who it was that had handled the issue, the person had accomplished a great deed," Terence responded. Natasha remained silence.

"It's just that the person had acted too early, or else I would have made my way down to the company to beat up that crook." The thought of it had left Terence fuming.

• Natasha looked at Terence upon hearing his comment. "Grandpa, I know you care and love me. Nevertheless, I don't wish for you to be so impulsive. Compared to thrashing him, don't you think his current outcome would make him wish he was better off dead?"

• "That's right. However, I just can't let it go."

Natasha appeased him. "Don't worry, Grandpa. He actually didn't manage to bully me. Furthermore, Kenneth even beat him up."

• Once she brought that up, Terence said, "Kenneth actually did something decent this time..."

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• Natasha replied smilingly, "All right, Grandpa. I'll take extra caution in the future and not make you worry anymore. You also have to promise me that no matter what happens next time, you got to remain cool-headed."

⚫ Terence could not retort as he knew his granddaughter was only being filial. "I'll try my best.”

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I'll take it that he has promised me.

A smile appeared on Natasha's face. "Okay, Grandpa. I'll return to my room to rest. Don't tell the triplets what happened when they come back. I don't want them to worry about me."

⚫ Terence nodded. "Sure, I'll keep that in mind. Quickly return to your room to rest then. I'll prepare some soup for you."

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"Mhm!" Natasha grinned before getting up and heading toward her bedroom.

She initially wanted to shower, but she couldn't let her wound get wet. Therefore, Natasha changed into a set of comfortable silk pajamas and directly slumped onto the bed.

Natasha originally planned to sleep in the dim surrounding. Nonetheless, she tossed and turned in bed and eventually couldn't sleep.

• The news of Gaston getting arrested constantly surfaced in her mind.

· Her intuition told her that it was not a coincidence.

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Besides Kenneth, she could not think of anyone else who would have done that.

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While ruminating over it, it took Natasha an unknown amount of time to fall into a deep slumber.

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By the time she had awakened again, night had already fallen.

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She looked out of the window and found that the streetlights seemed to have lit up.

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Natasha was about to rise to her feet when her phone rang.

Seeing it was Mark, she picked up the call without a second thought.

"N-Nat." Mark's voice trembled on the other end.

• "What's the matter, Mr. Yondel?" Natasha questioned. Based on her understanding and perception, she felt that Mark wasn't someone who would push her into the face of danger. When he had the chance to curry favor with Kenneth, the man even warned her not to be involved with the latter. Therefore, the situation was purely an unexpected mishap.

• "Nat, I understand I had organized the matter poorly. However, I honestly didn't do that on purpose. I swear I didn't mean it." Mark frantically explained during the call.

• She felt that Mark might have known something after listening to his words.

. "You knew about it?" asked Natasha.

• "Nat, I only heard about it just now. I'm very sorry for causing you harm," Mark persistently apologized to her.

• "There's no need. I know you didn't arrange for that to happen, and it was all a coincidence." Natasha spoke.

• "You really believe me?" Mark stated.

"If I don't, I'm afraid you'll also be locked up with Gaston right now," Natasha replied.

• Mark was beyond thankful. "Then, can you plead with Mr. Hamilton on my behalf and tell him I didn't do it deliberately? He said he would blacklist me. I still need to support my family, and I couldn't afford to be jobless. Nat, no, I mean Ms. Watson, I beg you. Please help me!" Mark suddenly broke into tears.

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Natasha froze at his statement. She asked after that, "Are you sure it was Kenneth who said that?"

• "Mr. Hamilton personally gave me a call and swore at me. He even told me he would not allow me to remain in this industry. Ms. Watson, please help me, will you? I know I shouldn't be making such a request, but I swear on my life that I didn't make that arrangement. Neither do I have any bad intention toward you." Mark spoke in a voice filled with despair.

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Natasha gave it some thought before replying, "All right. I'll call and discuss this with him."

• "You will? Thank you so much, Ms. Watson!" Mark expressed his gratitude repeatedly, and they ended the call after that.

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Natasha gave it a lot of thought and found Kenneth's actions very puzzling.

• If it was because he saw me yesterday and decided to take revenge for me, I guess any upright person would have the courage to do so. However, if he also made Gaston pay for the consequences after the incident and even personally gave my manager a call, isn't that too redundant?

After some hesitation, Natasha still phoned Kenneth.

• Before she could think of what to say, a voice sounded from the other end. "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable."

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Natasha hung up the phone. After pondering, she decided to contact the man later.

• She lazed in bed again. Right then, someone pushed the door open silently, leaving it ajar. Afterward, Denise stuck her head out of the door.

• When she saw Natasha opening her eyes, Denise spoke. "Nat, are you awake?"

• "Yes, I am!" Natasha languidly replied while looking at Denise push the door open to enter the room. The child immediately sat on the bed and cautiously gazed at her mother's injured hand. "Mommy, does it hurt?"

• Natasha shook her head with a smile. "Not at all."

• Denise picked up Natasha's hand before blowing at it twice. "Mommy, you must be more careful next time. If not, I'll get a heartache."

• "All right, I got it."

• A warmth spread through her heart after seeing her daughter's obedient appearance.

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Usually, Natasha seldom bothered with her children. She was also bad at expressing herself. Nonetheless, the triplets would cozy up to her first whenever something happened.

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Rather than saying it was Natasha who nurtured them, it was more fitting to say that the three children were the ones who healed her.

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"Mommy, are you hungry?" the bright-eyed Denise asked. "Gramps made some soup for you and is waiting for you to drink it."

. "Yeah. I'm indeed rather hungry."

• "I'll bring the soup and feed you," Denise said excitedly. She was about to get down from the bed when the door opened. Anthony walked into the bedroom with a bowl of soup. "Mommy, have some soup," Anthony uttered. Meanwhile, Benjamin held a glass of fruit juice. "I also brought your favorite drink."

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Natasha gazed at the triplets.

Oh gosh! What did I do to deserve these three adorable children?

Perhaps, a person would get emotional easily in his vulnerable state. Hence, the corners of Natasha's eyes started to moisten with tears.

• "Thank you, my sweeties," Natasha said with a beaming smile.