EuropeNovelChapter 447 Victoria's laugh dripped with sarcasm.
"That's none of your business. Both of them are mine." "You plan on giving them your last name, Turner?" McNeil looked her straight in the eye. Victoria faltered, suddenly at a loss for words.
There was no way she'd give them her surnif she did, that old fox would probably accuse her of pulling scon and might just drop dead right there from rage.
She wasn't that heartless, anyway. And honestly, what did it matter what they were called? They were her children, that was enough.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I sold them for a few billion, so now they get your last name." "Excuse me, what?" McNeil stared at her, clearly not following her logic.
Victoria smirked, her gaze cool and calm. "Your old man split his shares of The Langford Group between them. You know exactly how much that's worth. Having these kids wasn't a loss for" A C-section wasn't the end of the world; she'd recover soon enough. The important thing was, from the moment they were born, these two would be sitting on a fortune, no need for her to break her back making money. They'd even be able to take care of her when she was old.
Honestly, she'd made out like a bandit.
McNeil held her hand, momentarily stunned, then broke into a laugh.
"Figures. You never walk away empty-handed, no matter where you go." He'd known she wouldn't have these kids for nothing. The old man was still the old man. He hadn't misjudged either of them.
"But-" Victoria's expression darkened, and McNeil suddenly had a bad feeling. "They can call you 'uncle,' but they're not calling you 'dad' like Gwyneth does." McNeil blurted out, "No way. Their last nis Langford." Victoria snorted. "Exactly. This is Evermore City-nobody here knows that Langford means anything to you. If you try to let it slip that you're their father, I'll find them a new one by tomorrow." McNeil pressed a kiss to her hand, eyes filled with helpless affection. "No need for that. If you prefer, 'uncle' it is." What was he supposed to do? He'd already annoyed his wife; he'd be lucky if the twins even recognized him as their uncle-at this point, if they called him the janitor, he'd just have to accept it.
Victoria studied him for a few seconds, satisfied with his attitude.
"Gwyn-" McNeil glanced at their daughter, who was beaming at the babies. She clearly adored them.
"Let's stay," he announced, making it clear he was moving to Evermore City for good.
No way was he leaving Gwyneth alone back in Starfall City.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnly now did his mood finally ease. He kissed Victoria's forehead, but she quickly turned away in annoyance. "Cut it out with the mushy stuff, will you?" McNeil's voice was gentle, soothing. "Alright, I won't touch you. Unless you wantto." He still couldn't help hoping, just a little. Victoria shot him a proud glare, nose in the air. "Dream on. If you're really that desperate, go find yourself a woman-or just buy a silicone toy online." McNeil's face darkened, but he didn't dare argue.
Victoria was unpredictable these days. One second she was fine, the next she'd turn on him or kick him out altogether.
"When can you leave the hospital?" As nice as the care was here, McNeil just wanted to bring her home. "In a couple of days." "Alright. I'll ctake care of you-Gwon and I can stay at your place, or you two can cto mine.
We twins, you'll need help during your recovery."
Victoria snorted, amused. "McNeil, have you ever heard of eard of this thingn called avianny? I don't need you for the babies."
McNeil wouldn't let it go. "How can you trust a nanny? km their dad. Toan take care of them." Victoria raised an eyebrow. "Can you change a diaper? Can you feed them?"
McNeil's eyes couldn't help drifting to her full chest. "Well, you've got that covered. Victoria froze, then flushed dark red, mortified and furious.
"Get out, McNeil."
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