The Heir's Naughty Twins
83. I Hated Everything

Hestia did not meet Darius.

Midnight after he had treated the wounds on some corner of his body because of Melia, Hestia went straight to see John.

Maybe Hestia's just getting crazy. Because instead of feeling frustrated, he actually felt very calm after getting hit after a long time.

Brother's right. It's not about changing and then stopping hitting.

It's about the wounds that Darius inflicted and will never heal even if he stops hitting.

Hestia arrived at Yohannes' apartment at exactly twelve p.m. Of course when he saw Hestia's bandaged face, Yohannes was shocked beyond measure.

"Haestia!"

"I'm fine." Hestia refused to be wedged because she was not injured in the leg. "I came to talk about marriage."

There was no time for John to breathe, for as soon as he sat down, Hestia explained the whole story for what it was.

About the child Eros is his son, about Darius is a hitter man, about he is injured because Melia lost control and it is due to severe injuries in his heart after being beaten during the Hestia disappeared.

Yes, he put his disgrace in the hands of John.

"I asked Al to protect my son from my father."

Hestia gulped as her eyes turned red, but tried hard not to cry in front of someone.

"I'm afraid they'll be forced to experience what I'm going through. I hate men, Yohan. I hate all kinds of men in the world including good men and sincere men. I hate everything either Darius, you or Eros or anyone!"

Then Hestia took a deep breath, won herself over from the momentary emotional turmoil, and lowered her head deeply.

"But I love my children more than I hate. Because please, embarrass me or whatever it is that's not my son. They want Eros. Please take it out on me and don't involve the Eros family."

If Gouw touches Prajapati, the children of Hestia will sooner or later know. He would bow his head in front of the man he considered maggots if it was for the sake of the two of them.

So please, don't show me how rotten and disgusting the world is.

Yohannes could only clench his mouth. He would definitely not believe it and would assume it was just Hestia's wits to have their engagement annulled if he did not see the blue markings on his neck.

It's like he said 'just throw dirt in my face but don't hit anything but my face'.

I know she's a smart, cunning woman. Yohannes glanced in the other direction. But I didn't know she was this amazing.

In essence, John did not view Hestia as a tool.

He knew his parents had the intention to build connections and marriage talks were more about political gain, but he was genuinely willing to marry in a heart-to-heart relationship.

"I understand." Yohannes. Approaching Hestia and grabbing her hand.

Not for anything, but to take off the ring there.

"No problem, Hestia. I appreciate your honesty."

"No. Please do something in return."

"I felt it was very sad and shameful." John touched his shoulder carefully. "But, Hestia, doesn't mean I really have to repay you. You bluntly, you conveyed an excuse, you didn't intentionally humiliate me. Then, I'll take it."

Hestia.

"But can I ask you something in return?"

"Anything."

Gosh darn. Sensitive to this woman. "I'm not saying I'm asking for your money or your stock."

He really doesn't trust a man with a heart or sincerity.

"Don't get married if you haven't accepted it yourself." Yohannes smiles. "I've met some people who have been hurt by violence, although I can't say I understand. So at least I can only say, try to open your heart a little. Not all men are born to hurt you. Ah, naw. Not all men .. consider you women as impingement."

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