Sweet Twins

Somehow, Nancy always felt like she owed their children so much.
"Bobby, Nadia, please go back to your room. Mommy and I need to talk," Charles said in a low voice. It took him everything he
had to hold back his anger. He didn't want them to witness Nancy and him fighting.
"Daddy, what are you going to do? Are you angry at Mommy?" Bobby could feel the iciness between their parents. The
expression on his dad's face was rather unsettling.
Daddy was indeed angry!
"Listen to me, Bobby. Daddy loves Mommy very much. What do you think Daddy will do to Mommy? We just need to talk, that's
all. You don't have to worry, okay? Now, go to your room." The tone of Charles' voice was soft, yet it still felt cold. The kids knew
what this implied.
"Okay. Nadia, let's go. Let's just play in our room." Bobby gently held Nadia's hand and walked away with her.
"Daddy is a little scary, isn't he? I hope he won't fight with Mommy," Nadia whispered as soon as they were out of earshot. She
felt really uncomfortable seeing their parents like this.
"It's Mommy's fault this time, Nadia. Of course, they will fight," Bobby replied nonchalantly. He still held onto Nadia's hand while
they walked upstairs. Then, he said, "The one who did something wrong must be scolded."
Nadia withdrew his hand from his brother's and replied, "But she's Mommy. I don't want Daddy to scold her." She stopped at the
staircase and objected to what Bobby just said.
"I know. And so does Mommy. But we can't do anything about it now," he replied and held his sister's hand once again. They
continued walking upstairs. Bobby loved his Mommy very much. He was always the first one to protect her whenever he saw her
being wronged.
However, Daddy did his very best to stay with her. Why didn't Mommy just agree?
What was she thinking about? Did she not want them to be a complete family?
Did she really love Nadia and Bobby or not? Why wouldn't she want to marry Daddy?
Bobby was really disappointed in his dearest Mommy. He didn't feel the need to stand up for her this time.

Meanwhile, Nadia looked back at her mom who was still standing in the living room. There was a worried look on her face. She
was afraid that Daddy would hurt Mommy.
"Listen to me, Nadia. Daddy won't hurt Mommy. They just need to talk like adults do. We should not bother them." Bobby held
Nadia's hand tightly and said, "Just believe in me, okay?"
"Okay." Nadia's shoulders sagged as she sighed. She turned around reluctantly and followed her brother to their room.
As soon as the kids were in their room, the temperature in the living room suddenly dropped several degrees. The tension
between Nancy and Charles was almost palpable.
Nancy instinctively rubbed her arms and turned around to leave. She had to get out of here before something happened.
However, Charles forcefully grabbed her by the arm. "Where do you think you're going? I just said we need to talk, remember?"
"I...," Nancy stammered. "I'm going to the kitchen to cook. You heard it, right? The kids said they were hungry." Nancy didn't
know what was wrong with her. She didn't do anything wrong. Yet, how could she feel so guilty?
"No, they are already full with 'sadness and disappointment'. Do you think they'd still be hungry after this?" Charles' tone was
much colder. It contrasted heavily with his handsome face.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Charles. I'm going to the kitchen." Nancy had to play dumb. She didn't want to deal
with this right now.
"Don't play that trick on me, Nancy. I am not kidding around. When did you learn to break your promise? Last night, you told me
you would marry me as long as Edward replied to us. And now that he did, you suddenly changed your mind? What are you
even thinking about every day? I don't know what else I need to do!" Charles gritted his teeth in anger. His patience was already
growing thin.
At this point, he couldn't stand it anymore. He really wanted to knock onto Nancy's head and see if there was a "bug" called
"indecisive" living inside her head.
"I...," Nancy was at a loss for words. I didn't say that I don't want to get married. I just said that I'm busy right now. Let's just wait
for a while. After all this, we can get married," Nancy stammered. She couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Humph! You've already used that excuse countless times! Do you think I'm a three year old child? How much longer should we
have to wait?" Charles asked desperately. He ran his fingers through his hair and began pacing around the room. His frustration

was almost up to his head.
She felt her heart pounding hard. "Well..." Nancy started stalling for time as she tried to come up with an excuse. "Derrick hasn't
woken up yet. I think we should figure out what happened to him. We should try to find out what caused his car accident first
before we think about getting married."
"What?! Why does it matter? Why should I care whether he's alive or dead? What does it have to do with our marriage?" roared
Charles. He couldn't believe what he was hearing right now.
"But it may have something to do with your grandfather. And your...," Nancy was searching his brain for more excuses.
"Mother...That's right! She doesn't want us to get married so soon!" Someone else had to take the blame because Nancy didn't
know how to convey how she really felt.
Charles exploded with anger, "Them?! You're using them again! Unbelievable! Nancy, do you love me or not? You didn't even
say 'I love you' to me this morning. Don't you love me at all?"
Charles almost shouted every word. He was losing control.
"But we can't just leave them alone. We can't just ignore them. I don't want to... I don't want you to lose the TS Group, Charles!"
Nancy finally let out her deepest thoughts. Nancy sighed, "Love is not selfish, remember?"
When he heard what Nancy said, Charles had a vague feeling that his grandfather and mother had something to do with it. They
said something to Nancy.
Didn't grandpa give up on him? Why did he see Nancy again? His anger slowly dissipated while he pondered about this.
He walked over to where Nancy was standing. "Did they come to see you again?" Charles asked seriously.
However, Nancy remained silent. She must not say anything.
"I'm asking you, Nancy. Can't you hear me?" Charles growled. His anger starting to surge once again.
The truth was Nancy didn't know whether she should tell him or not. Would he go to see Frederic if she told him?
If he acted rashly and went over to Frederic's like last time, would the relationship between them get worse again?
If so, there would really be no chance for them to make up.

That was what Nancy was afraid of. She didn't want to see this happen.
Nancy merely shook her head and sighed. She must keep quiet to avoid that disaster.
With that, Charles got pissed off. He grabbed her hand and dragged her upstairs.
"What are you doing? The kids haven't eaten yet. Have you gone crazy, Charles?" Nancy whispered. She was worried about
frightening their children.
"Nancy, you're exasperating! It hadn't been easy for us to get to this point. I just want to be with you. Don't you get it? If you love
me, I beg you. Be selfish for love, okay?" Charles pleaded with her. He couldn't wait any longer.
What was selfishness? Was she really allowed to be selfish?
If she was, then that validation was all she needed to be with Charles without hesitation.
She really wanted to be with him too. But was it possible?
Could she really not care about Frederic's life, the future of the TS Group, and Charles' future? Could she forget about all of that
in exchange for an ounce of selfishness?
"Please don't push me, Charles!" Nancy implored.
"No, I've had enough! We are doing this today!" Charles pulled Nancy to their bedroom.
After which, he slammed the door hard.
Their voice were so loud that the children heard it. Nadia shivered with fear.
"Daddy is so scary." Nadia hugged her stuffed toy tightly while sitting on the bed.
Meanwhile, Bobby just continued building his blocks calmly. "It's not a big deal. In order to be with Mommy, Daddy seems to
need a little violence."
"What are you talking about, Bobby? You sound silly! We love Mommy, remember?" Nadia looked at their door and thought hard.
After a while, she spoke. "If you don't care about Mommy, then I'll be the one to save her." Nadia stood up angrily and climbed
down the bed.

"Nadia, I won't allow you to go. We should not bother them." Bobby held onto Nadia's clothes. "It's normal for Daddy and Mommy
to have a little fight sometimes. It can also help their feelings warm up."
Nadia looked at her brother and said, "Why do you know everything, Bobby?" She looked at him confusedly. How could he stay
calm right now?
"Because I'm your brother and I'm older than you," Bobby replied seriously. He went back to building his blocks.
As she heard that, Nadia sat down again and looked at Bobby.
"What are you staring at? I know I'm handsome. You're not ugly either, ha-ha." Even though Bobby was kidding, his face was
quite impassive.
"What? That's not funny at all. I was just watching you. Humph!" Nadia retorted and crossed her arms.
"Well, then you are ugly. Better?" Bobby laughed lightheartedly.
"No, I'm not!" she answered crossly.
"Then what do you want me to say? I don't get it." Bobby looked at her and asked.
Nadia rested her chin on her hands and thought for a while. "Bobby, if you and I are twins just like Daddy and Mommy said,
maybe I should be your older sister and you're my younger brother."
"Humph! You're just guessing. Didn't Mommy say that I am older than you?" Bobby stated conceitedly.
"That does not mean it's the truth. Mommy might not know it at that time. I really think I should be your older sister."
"Well, you don't look like a big sister at all. I'm much taller and more sensible than you. So I'm your big brother," Bobby argued
defensively.