W-what did he just say? Did I hear him right?
My thoughts stumbled as his lips curved into that mocking grin.
"You’re not very good at hiding your emotions." he taunted, his voice low but sharp.
"I can tell just by looking at you, you’re still trying to deny everything."
I quickly pulled away from his grip, stumbling clumsily in the process. Maybe I looked ridiculous, but I didn’t care. Better that than let him see how shaken I truly was, shaken not by fear, but by anger.
I tried to mask my shock, tried to bury every emotion clawing its way to the surface, but his smirk only deepened, as if he could see straight through .
"I-I don’t understand what you’re trying to say, Mr. Bear Man," I snapped. "So quit spouting nonsense."
The smirk slowly faded from his lips, replaced by a seriousness that made the air between us feel heavier.
"Nonsense?" His tone hardened. "Do you an to tell that what I said about the twins being mine is just... nonsense to you?"
"Yes."
I forced the word out and lifted my gaze to et his, refusing to let my voice falter.
"If you think the reason I wanted to talk to you here is about the twins, you’re wrong. I wanted to speak to you because your presence will only make things uncomfortable. I know Egypt and Paris feel uneasy around a stranger, so I’m telling you now—don’t ever show yourself to us again. Especially not to them."
I tried to hold his gaze, tried to stand my ground, but the raw emotion flickering in his eyes felt like it was swallowing whole.
I broke eye contact first, my chest tightening.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his jaw clench, his fists curling at his sides as though he was barely holding himself back from exploding.
Then, slowly, the storm in his expression eased. He looked straight at again.
"H-how can you say that? Do you think I’m dumb enough not to know the twins are mine?"
He took a step closer. My heart lurched, and I instinctively moved back.
"Look at , Sylvia," he demanded, his voice low and cold. "Look in the eyes... and tell truthfully that the twins aren’t my children."
Huh... that’s all he wants?
Slowly, I lifted my gaze to et his eyes.
"The twins are not yours. They’re mine alone, and you are not their father. Rember that."
But just like earlier, I couldn’t hold his piercing stare for long. My eyes faltered, and I was forced to look away.
I thought my words would silence him, but instead, I saw sothing else ignite in his expression.
His lips pressed into a tight line, his jaw clenching hard, and I caught the slight movent of him swallowing back the storm of emotions swirling inside him.
"You’re not a good liar, Sylvia," he finally said.
"I know you’re trying to hide the truth—that the twins are my children. But you can’t fool . They look far too much like —like my female version, from the very first glance. Paris... Egypt... even their nas sound like mine."
My eyes widened.
So he really investigated them?
That must be why he spied on them at school, even going so far as to wear that ridiculous bear costu just to get close.
But when? When did he first learn about the twins?
Was it that ti he ca to my house to fetch Gabriel and overheard their voices from outside?
Could that be possible? Or... was it his friends who fed him the truth?
H-huh...
My thoughts tangled in confusion until his voice broke through again.
"Tell , Sylvia. Please. Just tell they’re my daughters. If you do, I’ll try to forgive you for everything you’ve done to ."
My ears burned at his words, my chest tightening as I lifted my head to glare at him.
Forgive ?
Was he blaming again, as if I had done sothing unforgivable to him?
"H-ha...haha..."
A bitter laugh escaped .
"You’re funny, Ro. Truly funny. Forgive ? You must be the one suffering from amnesia, to forget all the things you did to back then. And now, even my precious family, you dare claim them as yours?"
I locked my eyes on him, my earlier confusion drowned out by the rising tide of anger. The words I had rehearsed in my head vanished, leaving only the fury that had long been buried deep within .
"I’ll tell you this once, so you’ll finally stop. The twins are not your children. If you keep insisting otherwise—just because they resemble you, or because their nas sound similar to yours, then I’ll have no choice but to take legal action. I can file a case against you for harassnt and defamation."
I watched a faint crease form on his forehead, but I didn’t stop.
"You already have your own family. Gabriel is your son, isn’t he? And I heard from Gabriel himself that you’re in the process of divorcing your wife. What do you think will happen if this goes to court?"
"..If I testify that you’re making false claims over children who are not legally yours, your wife could easily use that against you. It could complicate your divorce proceedings, damage your credibility, and even put your custody rights over Gabriel at risk. Do you really want to throw all of that away just to force a claim over children who have nothing to do with you?"
For a brief mont, I saw surprise flicker across his face—like he hadn’t expected to bring up everything I’d learned from Gabriel himself.
If he’s determined to push this, I know I can deny everything and use every piece of information I have to stop him.
"Then use it against ."
His reply was cold, his voice carrying a chill that spread through my entire body. His eyes held no hesitation.
"Go ahead, use everything you just said against . But before you do, I want one thing—I want a DNA test with the twins. If the results prove they are not mine, then you’ll be free to pursue all the charges you want, and I won’t interfere anymore. But in exchange, if the test proves they are my daughters, then you will have no choice but to acknowledge it and give the rights I deserve as their father."
I clenched my fists tightly, anger and frustration burning in my chest.
He wasn’t backing down either. No matter what I said, it felt useless, like he had sothing hidden up his sleeve, sothing he thought he could use against .
Tsk. I didn’t care anymore what he thought of . The twins were mine, and I wasn’t going to give him even an inch of a right to claim them as his.
"H-haha... you sound so sure," I forced out a laugh, though the bitterness in my voice was impossible to hide. "What if I told you that you’re not their father at all—that Daniel is their real father?"
But instead of being shocked, instead of faltering even for a second, his serious gaze remained steady on , as if he had been expecting those very words.
"You’re really going to keep denying it until the end," he muttered, his tone almost like a verdict rather than a question. "But Daniel is not—"
Mommy, soone is calling you~🎶🎶
His words were abruptly cut off by the sound of my ringtone, echoing far too loudly between us.
The timing was so precise, that both of us pause.
My ringtone. It was Egypt’s voice, her little recorded ssage that she had playfully set as my ringtone just a few days ago, before she got sick.
Of all tis, it had to ring now.
For a mont, I didn’t know if I should answer. But I still slipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out my phone. My eyes narrowed at the bright screen flashing before .
My chest tightened.
The call ended before I could answer, but the na glaring at from the caller ID left frozen in place.
Cairo..
Everything else faded. My pulse quickened, my thoughts scattered. I barely even noticed Ro watching .
"What happened?" His tone had shifted to concern.
I flinched at the sudden change in his voice before quickly averting my gaze. I couldn’t let him see falter. Not now. Not in this confrontation where I was supposed to stand my ground.
But the na on that screen... it shattered every ounce of composure I had been clinging to. Just seeing it smothered even the fire of my argunt with Ro.
I swallowed hard, forcing my voice to sound steady even though my insides churned.
"Let’s talk so other ti. Not today. We’ll talk again when I’m not too busy entertaining all your claims, claims you don’t even have proof of."
Without giving him a chance to respond, I turned my back on him, my steps heavier than I wanted to admit.
"Sylvia... we’re not done talking yet. Please, don’t go..."
I heard him mutter behind , his voice almost breaking.
But I kept walking, refusing to look back.
My thoughts were no longer on our argunt, no longer about his claims regarding the twins because sothing else now weighed heavier on my mind.
Cairo...
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