Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

By the time they were heading back, it was almost dark.

As nightfall descended, a remarkable spectacle of blue and pink hues unfolded in the sky.

Looking up, the entire sky was incredibly beautiful.

After parking the car, the three of them got out.

"Should we go straight there?" Benjamin asked Anthony.

After a moment of contemplation, Anthony nodded. "Yes, let's go straight there."

Thalia was standing aside, watching the two of them. She could clearly see their nervousness.

Straightforwardly, she spoke up. "I'm going to my room to change clothes first. I'll come find you all in a bit." Having said that, she turned around and left.

Anyone could tell that she was giving them some breathing room.

Anthony and Benjamin walked in together.

They entered the main hall and ascended the stairs.

Then, they reached the corridor, standing at the door of Kenneth's room.

Their pace was getting slower and slower.

At first, upon hearing that news, they were eager to return and see for themselves, just to confirm that the murderer wasn't Kenneth. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

However, at that very moment, as they stood there, fear and worry crept into their hearts.

They didn't know what to do if there really was a gunshot wound on Kenneth's back, and that their father was the killer.

Their determination wavered.

At times, Anthony wondered if he was overthinking things, if his eagerness to mend their relationship was leading him to imagine things.

Benjamin looked at his brother. At that moment, no one could understand Anthony's feelings better than him. He pursed his lips, then simply said, "I'll do it, Tony." Anthony glanced at him, then said, "No need."

"I'll be fine," Benjamin said.

"There are some things that I just won't believe unless I see them with my own eyes," said Anthony.

"So you..."

Leaning against the wall by the door, Anthony let out a heavy sigh. "I need a moment."

To be honest, apart from the incident involving Natasha, Benjamin had never seen Anthony looking so worried before.

"What should we do if it really is Daddy?" Benjamin asked.

Anthony lifted his gaze to look at him, his dark eyes seemingly carrying a hint of complexity. "Do you also think it's Daddy?"

"I believe that as long as we prepare for the worst in any situation, nothing worse can happen," Benjamin said.

Anthony took a deep breath, "If it really is Daddy... What can we do? We can't do anything. We can only wisely keep our distance from Holden. After hurting others, we shouldn't pretend as if nothing happened and stick around."

Listening to Anthony's words, Benjamin nodded thoughtfully.

After adjusting his state of mind for a while, Anthony followed Benjamin's advice. As long as he considered the worst possible outcome, there wouldn't be anything more terrible than that.

With those thoughts in mind, Anthony took a deep breath, stood up, and said, “Let's go."

Benjamin nodded.

Anthony walked over and knocked on the door.

Yet, there was a prolonged silence inside.

Anthony frowned and exchanged a glance with Benjamin.

"Is the door locked?" Benjamin asked.

Anthony immediately pushed the door opened and found it wasn't.

"Go in and take a look," Benjamin said.

Thus, the two of them pushed the door open directly.

At that moment, aside from Kenneth lying on the bed, there was no one else in the room.

"Where is Nat?" Anthony asked.

"I'll go look for her," said Benjamin, turning to leave.

Just then, the sound of rushing water suddenly echoed from the bathroom.

Both of them were suddenly taken aback, looking at each other as if they were greatly surprised.

"Is it Nat?" Benjamin asked.

"Besides Nat, who else would take a bath in this room?" Anthony retorted.

"Indeed." Benjamin nodded, seemingly relieved.

"Let's get down to business first," said Anthony.

Therefore, the brothers simultaneously stared at the injured Kenneth.

When they approached Kenneth, they saw the wounds on his face had gradually healed. His delicate features still looked incredibly noble.

"Daddy..." Anthony uttered, his voice choked with emotion. "I may have to offend you a bit."

Benjamin remained silent on the side, his eyes closed, filled with sorrow.

Slowly, Anthony reached his hand toward Kenneth's back.

His movements were slow. It was evident that Anthony was still somewhat worried about the "truth.”

Indeed, the closer one approached truth, the more worried one would become.

With that thought, Benjamin spoke up. "Let me do it."

"No need, I can do it!" Anthony said.

Even though some things were hard to face, Anthony knew he couldn't avoid them.

Quietly, Anthony reached his hand toward Kenneth's back and touched the area around his father's right shoulder blade.

Benjamin was watching from the side, his little face scrunched up in concentration. He was staring intently at Anthony, not daring to even take a breath.

After feeling around for a while, Anthony suddenly stopped. Looking at Benjamin, he remained silent.

"What's the matter?" Benjamin asked.

"I didn't feel any gunshot wound."

"I thought you did from your expression!"

"I'll turn him over and take a look," Anthony said.

Hence, Benjamin immediately stepped in to help. However, no matter how hard the two of them tried, they couldn't lift Kenneth.

They couldn't see if there were any scars on Kenneth's back.

As the two were brainstorming, the bathroom door suddenly swung open and Natasha emerged from within.

She spotted the two of them at a glance, her eyebrows furrowing. "What are you guys doing?"

Upon hearing her voice, the boys immediately withdrew their hands guiltily.

Turning around, they looked at Natasha. She was wearing a loose, light-colored pajama. Her long hair was wet and loosely hanging down, making her overall spirit and complexion look much better. Staring at her, Anthony felt a mix of relief and guilt. "Nothing much, just checking on how Daddy's doing."

Benjamin, who was standing at the side, remained silent.

Natasha swept her gaze over them. Of course, she could tell her children were hiding something from her.

After Natasha glanced at the person lying on the bed, a trace of pain flashed across her eyes. However, she quickly looked away, pretending as if nothing was amiss.

Natasha didn't ask much. She walked over to them and asked, "Why did you two come back so early today?"

"It was getting late," answered Anthony.

Natasha looked at him and asked, "How did the matter go?"

"There was nothing much to deal with..." Anthony said. Natasha glanced at him. "Really? Kyle didn't give you any trouble?"

Upon hearing that, Anthony was stunned. "Nat, how did you know—"

"Do you think it's difficult for me to find out?" Natasha asked in return.

Indeed, it was something easy for Natasha to figure out.

Natasha didn't care about anything else. She just looked at Anthony and spoke domineeringly. "My demands are not unreasonable. Tell him that if he has any grudges, he can direct them at me and your dad. This matter has nothing to do with you. If he dares to trouble you, I won't show any mercy!"

Listening to Natasha's words, Anthony was taken aback for a moment. "Nat, you already know?"

"I don't know everything. Just a little bit."

"How did you come to know this?"

Natasha's gaze swept over Kenneth once again. "Your father mentioned some things to me before."