The Heir's Naughty Twins
38. The Foreign Taste

Eros just sat looking at everything. He felt a little hurt, also happy, but sad, also relieved.

Eros covered his face and laughed, grimacing slightly.

The ferocious woman beat up, the cold man called her old man, and the woman laughed leaving Eros. But ....

"They look healthy." Eros exhaled in the dark sky. "I think it's enough now."

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The first thing Hestia did when she returned was to come to Al to elbow her ribs.

No matter the people around him, especially his wife and sister-in-law were surprised to see Hestia's actions, he still stared at the man's horror.

Al just laughed grimly. It is well understood that Hestia hurt him for what reason.

"I swear I didn't know you were here."

"You think I believe? Huh uh?"

"Oh my God, why am I lying? Eros did ask me to hold a festival, but didn't tell me it was because of you. Believe, Hestia. Why would I interfere in your romantic affairs?"

"It's not romance!" Hestia rubbed her son's head after being away from Eros. "You made my daughter cry."

Al looked at Yuveria gently. "Hello, Beautiful Angel. What's yourname?"

Yuveria turned her face away. "Haha-ue, let's go."

Hestia just smiled proudly. Poking his tongue at Al before he took Yuveria to where his son wanted to go.

Mood he's so bad now, so it's better not to bother him. In his heart he also prepared himself.

Someone seems to have to be a widow sooner. Not only did he not report on Eros, he did not even send anything about Narendra's family being here.

Though Hestia already said she should detail whatever came to harass her. Just watch him.

"Haha-it."

"Hm?" Hestia kissed her son's sticky cheeks by tears. "What's up, my daughter?"

"Does Haha-ue want that guy?"

"Mama will ask back. Does Yuve want that guy?"

He threw away face. Couldn't answer, because actually in his heart he wanted to.

...*...

"What's it like to be attacked by your son?"

"Your little girl hit me in the head with a jar of squid snacks, as long as you know. Then after that they tied me up, then ate a snack in front of me, from the jar he was wearing hit me. How's it?"

Eros snoring. Massaging her hit shoulder, even though she didn't really feel pain. "I told you to get information."

"Then what am I supposed to say, boss? They locked me up for days. Though I only came to greet their mother, but for them it was already a high-level danger."

"...."

"Oh, and never forget your daughter threatened to hit me on the head with a baseball bat, then glared with her big eyes, saying she wanted to make me choke to death on the sea water. Heh. Whose son is he, for God's sake?"

"Did Hestia teach them?" It feels like Eros can't think of anything else unless his mother tells them to hate Eros.

They're very sensitive, but Eros hasn't explained anything. Her boys—whom she doesn't know whose name is—even treat Eros like a germ.

"From what I observed," Norman took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and began smoking in the gentle snowfall, "they're just too tired to live without their father."

"I'm looking for them."

"I told your son too. Then he said 'why should I understand the man's suffering while he didn't know anything about me?'."

Well, it's not that dramatic but Norman thinks it's still in tune.

"So they hate me?"

"Boss, understand a little about your son. Especially that guy."

Eros.

"He is very independent. He did everything for his mother and sister. Bribing his sister, he did. Cooking and cleaning, she and her sister. When Hestia went to work, they did not complain or ask. Hestia was rarely at home, so only the two of them did everything. Different from you, they don't have servants."

Eros.

"To be honest, I understood that they were pathetic. I mean, the three of them often cheat on each other. Their mother pretended not to have a problem, and then her son pretended not to know. They're used to living that way because there's no dad there."

"...."

"You saw the bad girl yourself. She cried when she saw you. He forced himself to hit you, because it was also impossible for him to hold you and say 'Chichi-ue is finally home!'."

Eros dropped his head on the roof of the car he was leaning on, not knowing what to feel.

Only then did he know he had a child, now he was faced with a child who was angry because he was injured. To be honest Eros did not know what to treat them like. It feels foreign.

Foreign but not foreign. Those kids, do they feel the same way?

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