Twins - The Unforeseen Legacy of My Ex's Uncle-in-Law novel Chapter 142

At six in the evening, Drusilla found herself alone on the swing in the backyard. She hadn’t been at home for a long time. Everything around her was soaked in memories of her childhood, yet it all felt so different now.

Back in the day, she did whatever she pleased in this house, but now, there was a new queen bee making her life miserable.

Hestia stepped out of the house and upon seeing Drusilla lost in thought on the swing, she couldn't help but ask, "Drusilla, why hasn't Enoch shown up yet? Don't tell me he's not coming?"

She knew it. Given Drusilla's standing in the Taylor family, summoning Enoch would be a miracle. It was more likely Drusilla wanted to come back using Enoch's name as her ticket.

Drusilla glanced at her watch, noting it was already six. "Maybe he's stuck in traffic. You know, rush hour."

"It's Saturday," Hestia retorted, giving her a look that screamed 'Are you kidding me?'

Clearly, Drusilla was grasping at straws.

"All we can do is wait," Drusilla replied. She didn’t want to waste her time explaining, but Enoch wasn't one to break promises.

If he said he'd come, then he'd surely show up, right?

Hestia was left speechless by Drusilla's attitude and went back inside.

Drusilla, still on the swing, decided to give Oberon a call.

"On the way," he assured her.

Standing up, she decided to take a stroll outside.

Hestia peeked through the window, watching her leave. A part of her was worried. She thought that if Drusilla was making her run around for nothing, she'd never forgive her.

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Twenty minutes later, Enoch's car pulled up to the driveway.

Drusilla stood by the entrance, her back against a wall of blooming vines, resembling a fairy drowned in flowers, though a rather disheveled one at that.

"Seems like someone's been impatient," he remarked, his tone sharp.

Hestia’s mouth moved, but she didn’t dare to bite back. In front of Enoch, her usual bravado melted away. "Oh, not at all. We were just excited to see you, dear. Let's go inside for dinner," she quickly said, leading the way.

"Dear?" Oberon glanced to Hestia, "Who gave you permission to talk to Mr. Taylor like that?"

Hestia stiffened and, for a moment, she didn't know what to say. She had only had much contact with Oberon before, and now it seemed that this Enoch wasn't one to be messed with either.

That’s right. She used to be his future in-law back in the past, but he just never curried her favor then. And now that was even less possible.

"Let’s go inside and have dinner." She took the lead and walked in front.

Drusilla trailed behind Enoch and Oberon, watching Hestia struggle to maintain composure in front of them. Her lips curled into a smirk.

This woman, it seemed, could only play her games when Drusilla was the sole audience.