The Heir's Naughty Twins
94. Cannot Make Peace

Throughout the day Eros decided to remain silent in self-soothing, attending a dinner that Hestia, Yujerian and Yuveria did not attend.

It feels like nothing happened.

Eros climbed into the room where Hestia was, finding her asleep next to her two children who were both asleep.

I started to get confused should I regret begging you or regret making you cry.

Eros only muttered within him as he approached. Touching Hestia's face to realize that this woman.

I'm happy with you. In any way. Eros kissed his temple at a glance.

What Eros did not know, Hestia woke up since the door of the room was opened. He was surprised and thought Eros would sleep in another room. More recently they had a fight, Eros also seemed very emotional.

But Hestia decided to continue pretending to sleep. Wiggling hugging Yuveria on his arm, hoping that he could actually sleep even though Eros' hand rubbed his head.

...*...

“When do you plan to have children?”

Hestia was drawn from her daydream by Darius's question just now.

They were having breakfast together, of course with Eros and his two children. But since Darius thought the two children were not Hestia's, it seems that he hoped Hestia would soon have children.

But ....

Hestia's gaze was immediately fixed on Eros. His eyes were weak to see. I don't know why I suddenly feel sad.

“Stop messing around with a weathered past!” That's what he said yesterday, right?

Weathered. One word was enough to make the entire power of Hestia collapse from the tip of the sky to the bottom of the earth.

Nothing is rotten. If it was weathered, Hestia would never think about it again.

I feel so pathetic. Hestia looked at her two children who were also staring at Hestia. Increasingly because of them.

His lips would smile, saying he loved them very much. But it could not be because the weathered warmth that Eros said still imprint on the soul of Hestia.

“Hestia? What was? Your face is red.”

Hestia held her breath. Moving with the body almost limp.

“Hestia?"

“I'm fine, Pa. I'm fine.” Hestia knows best that she is not okay, which is why Hestia wants to run away. “I'm sorry, please. There's something I forgot to do. Wija must be waiting. Excuse me.”

Yujerian's heart felt squeezed to see his mother walk away. Yuveria almost jumped in pursuit of Hestia, but Yujerian held her back.

They're not Hestia's children in this house. Hestia had said it over and over again.

Don't let her mother's plan go awry.

“OYaji.” Yujerian tried to hold him back. “We are full. Can we go play now?”

Eros was silent, but then nodded.

Meanwhile, Hestia continued walking away. Wherever his feet stepped, stopping at a place believed to be quiet to knock him down.

“I have to how?” Hestia stared at the quivering tip of her fingers. “I should how? I can't stop thinking about it. Can't do. I can't.”

Eros' words echoed in his head. Forcing Hestia tight not playing.

Weathered, weathered, weathered. Everything's weathered. He said weathered.

Hestia's cry leaked out. It's like a child who doesn't know how to control himself.

“I'm relieved.”

Hestia who was on her knees, looked up at Melia before him. The woman made a very happy expression.

Smiling with a small laugh tucked away, flushed red cheeks blushed as if she was watching a romantic scene.

“I'm relieved, Sister.” Melia looked at him very gently. “That's how it should be. Pretend strong? Pretend to be healed? Hypocritical. That's how it's supposed to be. Cry and feel the annoying tightness of it.”

Melia knelt down, grabbing Hestia's rough face.

“I'll help. This is how to get sane.”

But Hestia didn't fight back. Just trying to breathe in between the tightness.

When Melia dragged her body towards the wall, Hestia did not resist. Allowing her head to be bumped against the wall repeatedly tinged with Melia's happy laughter.

“Begin it should! This should! I miss this, right?! How many times is the longest record, huh?! How many times do I have to do?!”

Unfortunately, the two of them had no idea that Yuveria and Yujerian were standing watching all of that with their eyes wide open.

Both bodies froze, crying wildly but their mouths were smothered by Mandalas, preventing them from running.

“Young Master, Young Miss, relax. Calm down please.”

Yuveria's breathing was abnormal. The mandalas release their mouthfuls, and Yujerian is forced to turn to his sister.

“Yuve!”

The boy held onto his chest and kept trying to breathe but had difficulty. Mandala let him catch his breath, repeatedly leading Yuveria to calm down.

“Yuve, all is well. All is fine.” Yujerian clutched his sister's body in fear. “All is well. Please.”

Although her eyes looked extremely shaken, Yuveria slowly nodded. He cried until his face was filled with tears, clutching Yujerian's body full of fear.

“Haha-ue,” stuffing. “He beat up Haha-ue.”

Yujerian's eyes immediately turned to Mandala. “Why did you stop us? You let Haha-ue get hurt.”

But Mandala did not feel the slightest bit guilty. He instead said, “I only took the quickest decision to help Miss Hestia.”

“What do you mean?” Yujerian's lips twitched. Her chest hurt to see her mother beaten. His body was in pain as if it was Hestia's body there.

“Aren't you two aware of Miss Hestia's sadness today?”

Mandala wiped the tears on Yuveria's face.

“Young Master, I don't know if you understand or not. But Miss Hestia thinks Melia's behavior is a help. Not a bit of violence.”

Both menstruck.

“Nona Hestia does not look for someone when sad. He does not talk, does not absorb, does not get angry, does not fight. Can you imagine what he did?”

Yujerian froze as it flashed across his head, Hestia could only wake up at night, pensive in her dreams.

“I am not saying my decision is the most correct for Miss Hestia's soul, but I am confident saying the decision made her heart relieved, for a moment.”

Mandala is a bit pensive.

“He cannot make peace with the traces of violence in his soul. That's why Miss Hestia can't stop hurting herself. So please don't force him."

...*...

Just as Eros came out of the bathroom, Yujerian jumped up and kicked him.

Eros' body was thrown, shocked by the strength of the boy who was not even half of his height was now snatching the collar of Eros bath kimono, then raised a mouthful of fists.

"I gave you a place, Kussoyaro!" The boy shouted loudly. "I'm giving you a chance! Believe you! Letting you marry Haha-ue to make Haha-ue happy! But you made her cry!"

Eros' gaze instantly withered. Of course he remembered how his wife's back was away, looking terribly hurt by something.

The thing is, how should Eros be?

He's tired too. He was tired of being far away from Hestia and her children. Eros just wants to protect her, what's wrong?

"If it wasn't for Haha-ue, I'd have Mandala strangle you." Yujerian growled stifled. "Never say anything in front of us! I don't trust you anymore! Stay away from us!"

Eros let his body push once more, and could only remain silent as Yujerian left.

The man got up when the door closed very tight. Go stare at her reflection in the mirror, which turns out to reflect a red trail due to Yujerian's fist.

When Eros was just speechless pondering at least to calm down, his phone on the table suddenly rang.

A call from Wija.

"Hey, I need to talk to you. About Hestia."

...*...