The Heir's Naughty Twins
1. The Old Man is God

Is there anything that can destroy a woman other than her love for a man but betrayal?

According to Hestia there is.

It was the violence of the first love figure of almost all women, namely his father.

This was the umpteenth time Hestia was silent when her body was covered in bruises. Straight stared at the worktable of Darius who had just broken a golf club into his body.

"Now you understand?"

The former stick was thrown away and his assistant came to pick up without even bothering to interfere with the usual thing that happened.

"Papa said at least keep your mouth in front of Ronal! Care of the devil you like him or not! What a hard time talking so well than throwing a drink glass in her face!"

He just hit his daughter with a stick.

Hestia was silent. Not can't fight. He's lazy.

In this world, parents are God to their children. That was what Hestia understood.

They say A, just obey A. They say B, just obey B.

Like it or not, it's not a child's business. Because parents have tasted salt first so they understand the sour sweet sour of life.

Besides, if here he says that Ronal knows who the son of Papa's business partner was apparently being run over by drugs at their meeting, what would Papa want?

Want to switch to hitting Ronal? Or do you want to beat up Hestia with Ronal?

"Sorry, Pa." Hestia wants to get out quickly. "I didn't mean it."

"You think I'm a moron? How did your hand slip until the glass was thrown into people's faces?!"

Yes, of course, because that's just an excuse.

"It." Darius shook his hand after being content to vent anger. "Go to your room and do your job. I don't want to hear there's any more trouble."

Hestia said well, then came out.

Not to go to the room, but to the garage.

He just gripped the steering wheel of his car, speeding in an uncertain direction until a call came in from a friend-not-near him.

"Hi, Baby. You're done with your 'Papa-Very-Anged' session?"

Hestia smiled wryly. Usually, it's a joke to those who know.

There is no point in being sad. Hestia had cried sobbing for four days because her brain was beginning to be unable to accept the violence, but there was no one to help, no one to say no to Darius.

Must accept. Because Hestia is the son of a big businessman and the son of a businessman should not be soft.

"I guess already. My back is bruising badly now. What was? You want to treat it?"

"I've got something much more fun than going to the doctor to report bruises that were there again before yesterday's recovery. Come to my place now."

"On my way."

Clubbing. Drunk in severe bruising conditions like this delicious, loh. Hestia had tried many times, so immediately she turned her car, towards the nightclub owned by her friend-not-friend.

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Actually, other than getting drunk, Hestia doesn't really like nightclubs. Because the music in this place beats up to the heart and there is no corner where he can calm himself from the problem of 'beaten papa because it is too naughty'.

Iris who called him immediately greeted Hestia while widened to ask how the chronological beatings were, and Hestia only smiled at the bodo period despite her body ache.

I told you, Iris is a friend-not-a-friend.

Friends-no-near.

He was not the kind of friend who would embrace Hestia and then ask her how Hestia felt after being aerated, so even Hestia did not bother to share.

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