The Heir's Naughty Twins
40. The Frozen Tears

"Yes." Yeah." [Hey.]

Hestia gasped in surprise when Al suddenly appeared before her.

"Takoyaki ten servings, Obachan."

The woman snorted at Al's call who was clearly older than her. But he immediately recorded the order and informed Mikoto of additional new orders.

"What's wrong? Have you talked to Eros?"

"You think I'm here if I have?"

Hestia basically just ran away. Avoiding being confused as to what to say.

His son did not want to be honest, Hestia did not know what to talk about, while Eros seemed to still digest the situation.

Everybody wants to talk. Everyone just doesn't know what to talk about without feeling awkward.

"Are you hurt?" suddenly tanyanya.

Clearly made Al raise an eyebrow. "Me?"

"A little moment."

She said she was injured when she was a child living with her mother until the age of five, and shortly after she was exiled to Japan.

The Al family had many problems that were complicated to understand, even by Hestia.

While in Japan, Al was never visited except once a year by his father. His mother has never been seen to love Al, but until this moment, in her thirties more, Al continues to pursue her mother.

Is he hurt to have such an old man? Did he survive? That's what he wants to ask, because his son has a little bit of the same problem.

"Of course." Al smiled slightly as he answered. "I'll tell you this as a guarantee your secret is safe. My mother had a bastard."

Hestia was a bit jolted. "really?"

"He's twenty years old and he's with us here." Al leaned against the wooden pillar as he continued to tell it. "Before that, a few months before the boy came, my father brought the bastard son as well."

"...."

"My father's bastard son from the dancing lady he slept with because my mother couldn't serve him. While my mother's illegitimate child is the result of incest."

"No problem. I just wanted to say that I was hurt because of a lot of things my parents did. I gave the blame to Oyaji, then begged my mother's affection even though I have not yet obtained it. My feelings for my parents may be complicated. But when they weren't around, either my mom or my dad were shitty, I was looking for them."

"...."

"You miss Darius, Hestia?"

Hestia. "But frankly, sometimes, in the dark, I look for it."

"I can tell you why."

"You think?"

"That's because there's a feeling in your heart for Darius. Either hatred or disappointment." Al reviews a shady smile. "If there is hatred or disappointment in your heart, Hestia, run away is not the solution."

"...."

"I love my mom even if she whispers she hates me in my ear. Because she's my mother. She was bleeding to give birth to me. He's thinking about me. You, I don't know how you feel about Darius, you think about him. You know exactly who he is."

Hestia found it hard to swallow.

This is what he fears. If something had leaked out of his heart, he began to scavenge hope from old wounds.

In reality, Al did survive his mother who said he hated Al that. Even when his father had an illegitimate child from another woman, then his mother also had an illegitimate child from another man, in fact he remained Al.

"Hestine."

"Hm?"

Al accepted his takoyaknya despite looking into Hestia's eyes. "I recognize your eyes."

"What?"

"The same eyes as my mother." The man smiled again. "The fearful eye is badly wounded and will never heal again."

Hestia's lips trembled as she smiled faintly, hoping that the coldness of the day would also freeze her tears inside there.

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