Twins - The Unforeseen Legacy of My Ex's Uncle-in-Law novel Chapter 240

Leander sighed heavily, his frustration evident as he said, "Why don't you just leave Enoch to his own devices? You know he can't take care of you."

Drusilla, trying to mask her own doubts with a veneer of certainty, replied, "But I've already moved in with him!"

She wanted to return to her father's place, but her two kids were now staying with the Taylors, and she felt compelled to stay close to them.

Leander looked at her, his disappointment clear as day. "You two didn't even have a proper wedding. Why move in?"

"We're legally married, Dad."

Leander exhaled sharply, a mix of anger and worry.

Drusilla couldn't help but smile, trying to lighten the mood, "Don't be so mad. Enoch and I are planning to get a divorce."

"When?" Leander's tone was a mix of concern and incredulity.

Was marriage such a trivial matter to her, jumping in and out of it like it was nothing?

Drusilla said, "We'll wait until Odette returns."

Leander caught on immediately, "Is this Enoch's idea?"

"Dad, you're so sharp," Drusilla teased, trying to divert the conversation from its tense trajectory. "But please, let's not bring Hestia into this. Although I know you two are close, I'm the one who is your daughter! You are too biased!"

Leander couldn't help but respond, "I’m not that easily fooled."

"Good to know."

...

After their talk, Drusilla helped her father back to the living room to rest. Despite being discharged from the hospital, he still needed time to recover fully.

Hestia was busy in the kitchen, and as Drusilla sat with her father, sharing a moment over cups of tea, her phone buzzed with a new message.

Sitting down, Drusilla couldn't shake off the feeling that Serge's gaze was fixed on her, as if trying to decipher a hidden message on her face.

Touching her cheek, she asked half-jokingly, "Dr. Denton, is there something on my face today?"

Serge, momentarily taken aback, quickly regained his composure and picked up the menu. "What would you like? It's on me. But it seems like you've got more on your plate."

Indeed, the atmosphere suggested that Serge had more serious matters to discuss.

After ordering, Serge got straight to the point, his voice steady but direct, "Are those two kids... Enoch's?"

Drusilla, mid-sip, almost choked on her water. She struggled to maintain her composure, her fingers trembling slightly as she set down her glass and managed a strained smile, "Why would you think that?"

"Are they?" Serge's gaze was unyielding.

"Of course not," Drusilla replied, trying to sound convincing. How did Serge come to suspect such a thing? She thought this secret was safe, at least for now.