Hiding the Twins from Their Billionaire Father by Pixie

17. Break Down the Defenses 

Instead of wavering, Kara returned the sharp gaze. “You don’t know anything about other’s lives either, Sir. But you always judge. You never forgive their mistakes and always think they are no better than 

you.” 

“Then are you better than me?” 

Kara tried to shake her head, but her movements were limited. Her expression became colder and stiffer. 

“No. I never compare myself with anyone. What is important to me is to live life as best as possible. I don’t care what other people think about me because the truth is only in my mind.” 

“Bullshit! You even got angry when I called you a slut.” 

“That’s because I can’t stand your arbitrary attitude. Just because your are a great CEO, you feel free to bully your employees. Don’t you realize? No one really likes you, Sir. They only care about money a the benefits they can gain from your power.” 

Silence hung in the air. Kara looked at Frank with hatred, while Frank 

looked at Kara with anger. Both of their eyes were filled with tears, coated with a variety of emotions too hard to describe. 

“You know what?” Frank whispered. The corners of his lips twitched. ” Meeting you was the biggest misfortune in my life.” 

Kara-snorted. Inwardly, she laughed mockingly. The world must have turned upside down. 

Frank Harper was a criminal who ruined her life. Yet now, that 

arrogant man was acting like a victim? 

“Then throw me out of your life!” Kara exclaimed bluntly. “I would be 

Kara didn’t care if she would be thrown into the sea or left in the wilderness with wild animals. She just wanted to get away from the man who always dimmed her world. 

Tightening his jaw, Frank got out of the bed. His hands were clenched  sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

as if there were many things he had to keep tightly within them. 

“From this moment on, you are no longer my secretary or servant. When you leave that door, don’t ever show your nose in front of me. I 

don’t want… to deal with you… anymore.” 

Kara’s breath suddenly hitched. Her heart ached and her vision was blurred by the memory. She’s like being sucked into the past. Frank Harper also said those words when he left her four and half years ago. 

The man hadn’t changed a bit. He remained arrogant and heartless, while Kara was still the same. She was helpless. She could only silently harbor her frustration. 

‘Shouldn’t I be happy to be free from the twins’ father? But why does it feel so painful?’ 

“What are you waiting for? Get out of my life now.” 

Frank’s voice was so low. There was no emphasis there, but the vibration was enough to pull Kara from her reverie. 

Swallowing hard, that poor girl shifted to the edge of the bed. She didn’t dare look at Frank who was waiting beside the door, afraid that her tears would reveal the sadness that had been hidden for years. 

With her face lowered, Kara was about to walk towards the door. However, the next second…. 

“Ah!” 

Kara instead landed on the floor. Her eyebrows were furrowed. Her 

She didn’t know when her leg sprained. Maybe while trying to rebel against Frank or collapsing on the bed? She didn’t remember. 

Kara glanced at Frank. The man was watching her with a cold gaze. Not wanting to be seen as looking for attention, Kara tried to get up. However, when her right foot stepped on, her knees hit the floor again. 

Kara let out a hiss again. This time, it wasn’t because she was in pain, but because she was annoyed. 

‘Why are things never on my side? The exit door is wide open, but this leg can’t be used. What should I do now? I couldn’t possibly ask for help from the person I had just insulted. Should I crawl to the main gate?’ 

Unbeknownst to her, Frank secretly took a deep breath. Before Karal came, his life was monotonous. All he had in mind was how to advance the company and improve his image. Like a painting, his canvas was only filled with a white background and black lines. 

Frank didn’t want to admit it. However, deep inside his heart, he knew that Kara had added color to his painting. He could think of other things outside of work, such as ways to retaliate against Kara or just make her annoyed. Even though it’s only been a few days, it had already become a fun hobby. 

But now, the colors Kara gave were starting to dominate. Frank didn’t. like to let other people influence his life principles. Because of that, he had to immediately erase Kara, throw the girl out of his daily life. and forget all the words that slapped him. 

“Didn’t you hear? I’m sick of seeing your disgusting face. My house will get dirty if you’re here for too long. Quickly get out of my sight!” 

Kara looked up to meet Frank’s cynical gaze. Her eyes were full of red streaks. 

“Don’t you see? My foot sprained. If I could walk, I wouldn’t still be 

here.” 

Unexpectedly, Frank picked Kara up and sat her on the edge of the bed. Then, with his forehead furrowed and his mouth pressed tightly, he grabbed the leg that looked slightly red. 

Beneath the high arch of her eyebrows, Kara’s eyes flickered. “What are you-aaakh!” 

Frank just jerked her foot. Then, standing up, he pointed at the door with all five fingers. His expression was so cold and flat. His gaze hung in the air. However, Kara could understand what was in his mind. Even though she had doubts, she still tried to take a step. 

Apparently, the pain in her ankle had reduced a lot. Wasting no time, Kara walked towards the door. However, just before she passed it, 

she stopped for a moment and looked over her shoulder. 

“Thank you.” 

Frank was slapped again. He had just decided to erase Kara’s influence from his mind. But, how could that girl be able to break down his defenses with just two words? 

With his eyes shaking faintly, Frank looked at Kara’s back. A strange feeling began to tickle his chest, confirming the emptiness that was starting to torment him. He had never felt anything like that. He hated Kara, but why was it so hard to let her go? 

Suddenly, a servant came and stopped by the door. Her brows were furrowed and her face was downcast. “Sorry, Young Master. There’s a call for you. From Mister Jeremy.” 

Frank put his hands on his hips and looked up. After throwing a bit of annoyance into the air, he grabbed the phone. “What?” 

“The investigation is complete, Sir. I’ve met the bartender. Everything 

“Spill it.” Frank’s voice was low and deep. “What really happened that night?”