Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

When Natasha went out, Terence was still waiting at the door.

The moment the door creaked open, he immediately looked up. Upon seeing Natasha, his gaze softened slightly, a hint of relief washing over him.

"Nat."

And the moment Natasha saw him, she was slightly taken aback.

At that moment, even without saying it, Natasha knew he was worried about her, and that was why he never left.

Gently closing the door, Natasha walked toward him. "Grandpa."

Terence looked at her, his heart aching as he noticed her reddened eyes. "What's wrong? Did Liam upset you?"

Natasha immediately shook her head. "No. Old Mr. Hamilton didn't blame me."

Upon hearing that, Terence was taken aback. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke. "Then why are you crying?"

Natasha looked up at him. "When I came back, I was fully prepared. No matter what Old Mr. Hamilton said or did, I thought it would be justified. I thought of various outcomes, yet I didn't expect he wouldn't blame me and instead comforted me!"

That turn of events was indeed unexpected.

Listening to that, Terence was truly surprised.

Not to mention Kenneth's past and character, it was crystal clear that Kenneth was the one Liam held dear in his heart. Liam cherished Kenneth as much as his life. Regardless of how he scolded or beat Kenneth in ordinary times, it was just his way of expressing love.

So, hearing Natasha say that, Terence was indeed somewhat surprised.

To put it bluntly, if Terence were in Liam's shoes, he probably wouldn't be able to be so forgiving and magnanimous.

Pursing his lips, Terence said, "Terence has always been like this. Sometimes, being too worldly can also be a burden."

Natasha pressed her lips together, remaining silent.

At that moment, Terence sighed. "Nat, Terence is magnanimous, but we can't feign ignorance under the guise of his generosity, do you understand?" Natasha looked at him and nodded. "I understand, Grandpa. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing and have made all the necessary arrangements." Terence nodded. "All right. In that case, since it's getting late, you should rest early, too!"

With that, Terence didn't say any more. He glanced at her, then turned around to leave.

As she watched his retreating figure, a wave of emotion stirred in Natasha's heart. "Grandpa," Natasha suddenly said.

Upon hearing the sound, Terence turned his head toward her. "What's the matter? Is there anything else?"

"Aren't you going to ask me what actually happened?" Natasha asked.

Terence looked at her, a tender smile gracing his face. "It's enough that you've returned safely; nothing else matters."

Natasha's eyes instantly reddened once again after she heard that.

Watching Terence, she quickly stepped forward and hugged him. "Grandpa..."

Watching her rush over and hearing her teary voice, Terence reached out and gently patted her back. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?" "I'm sorry," Natasha murmured.

"Why are you apologizing again?"

After a long while, Natasha finally let go of Terence, her eyes filled with remorse. "Grandpa, I'm sorry. I lied to you."

Terence narrowed his eyes after hearing that.

Natasha came clean. Looking at him, she enunciated, "I went abroad to investigate my father's death, and I found the murderer."

In truth, even without her saying it, Terence had already guessed the gist of it. It was just the last part of her sentence that he never could have anticipated. Looking at her, his eyes were filled with surprise.

His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, and after a long while, he finally managed to croak, "Y-You found the murderer?"

His voice was laced with a hint of apprehension.

On a balcony of the manor, Terence and Natasha gazed at the garden outside, their expressions utterly solemn.

Especially Terence, after hearing what Natasha had said, he was left speechless for a long while.

At that moment, Natasha turned her

head to look at him. "Grandpa, I

know you've always been persistent you've always been

about the cause of my father's death, always curious about what really happened back then. However, you chose to be indifferent to that matter for my sake. Grandpa, today,

I can finally give you an explanation."

Terence didn't say anything, his gaze still fixed ahead. His hand was trembling. From her angle, she could see that Terence's eyes were glistening with tears. "Grandpa...." Natasha looked at him.

"Theo..." It was only at that moment that Terence finally called out that name.

Lowering his gaze, he began to weep bitterly.

After all those years, with the burden constantly weighing on his heart, how could he not be curious? How could he not want to know the truth?

However, as time passed, he was indeed on the verge of giving up hope. Yet, hearing that news at that moment, he ultimately couldn't hold back his emotions. "Theo, my dear son..."

As Natasha watched from the side, tears began to fall from her eyes.

She neither coaxed nor comforted her grandfather.

After all those years, everyone thought he had forgotten the past, and they all believed he was optimistic. Many even admired his approach to life. However, only she knew that her grandfather had never forgotten because even now, Terence was still wearing the undershirt his son had given him. So many years had passed, and the undershirt had already worn out beyond recognition, yet Terence still wore it.

Natasha knew that it was her grandfather's unique way of commemorating his son. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Therefore, beneath Terence's seemingly calm pretense, there existed a deep and intense love for his son in his chest.

"All you wanted was to live a peaceful life. How could they do this? How could they!" Terence's low voice, filled with hatred and regret, sounded.

Natasha watched from the side, keeping her grandfather company in silence.

"If I had known it would come to this, I would never have let you touch the computer, and none of this would have happened. It's all my fault. This is all my fault!" The old man cried, blaming himself.

Tears streaming down her face, Natasha heard those words and softly spoke. "Grandpa, in this world, those who are talented are never the ones at fault. It's the bad people. They're the ones who make things worse. It's not a problem with us, so you shouldn't blame yourself."

"When your father initially asked me for a computer, I bought it for him without a second thought... That led to the series of events that followed. If I hadn't bought that computer back then, perhaps none of those things would have happened." Terence still felt that he somewhat responsible.

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"Even without you, that victim might have been someone else, or perhaps Dad would've found another way. GrandpaДno one can stop a person from doing what they want to do You know Dad's temperament well. If he decides to do something, one can stop him. So, it has nothing to do with you!"

No matter what Natasha said, Terence still felt regret and self-blame.

He was bent over, crying bitterly, like a child who had lost his candy.

Natasha looked on, her heart aching too. She reached out and hugged him. "Grandpa, I know that Dad is Dad, and I am me. I can't replace him, but I can finish what he couldn't. Don't worry. I will be with you for the rest of my life. Let's keep Mom and Dad in our hearts together, okay?"

Terence remained silent, an agonized expression spread across his ancient countenance.