Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth)

Just like that, Terence and Natasha sat on the balcony all night, chatting the hours away.

Although the truth reignited the pain in Terence's heart, he felt much more at ease compared to the past decade of ignorance and confusion.

At the very least, he found out what his son had been through over the years and the reason he was harmed.

To him, that was enough.

Gazing into the distance, Natasha continued talking about Theodore, her gaze filled with admiration for him. "I used to not understand what Dad was doing. All I knew was that his work was shrouded in mystery. But now, I've figured it out. He was still a man of integrity. When he discovered that the organization he had joined was involved in heinous acts, he wanted to leave... Even though he got himself killed in the end, I still believe that he died with no regrets."

Terence gradually calmed his emotions, too. After a long while, he averted his gaze to Natasha and said in a raspy voice, "Who says he won't regret it?"

Slightly stunned, Natasha lifted her gaze to look at him.

"He regrets it!" enunciated Terence. "He regrets not being there to watch you grow up, and he regrets not being able to see you get married and have children!" Natasha was momentarily taken aback.

As if finding comfort in those words, she gazed at him, her lips pursed wordlessly.

At this point, Terence continued, "Otherwise, why would he choose to return in the end? If he realized he made the wrong choice, he could've just looked for another place to join. Why would he insist on returning to live in seclusion?"

Speaking of that, Natasha froze a little.

Terence glanced at her with a cool gaze.

In fact, he had felt something was off since that time. Nonetheless, as a father, he was still overjoyed that his son was back. All that filled him was joy, so much so that he even thought they could live happily together as a family from then on. Little did he expect that things would take a turn later on... sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

His gaze was filled with both regret and relief.

Natasha, conversely, gazed at him dazedly, almost as if a part of her had been healed...

At this moment, the horizon gradually began to lighten, revealing a hint of brightness.

Looking at her, Terence took a deep breath. "All right, it's getting late. You should return to your room and get some rest. I'm going to rest as well!"

As he spoke, he pressed his hands on his knees to get up. However, he had barely moved when he stumbled, almost falling over.

Fortunately, Natasha was quick to catch him in time. She stared at his leg and asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong? Your leg-"

"Don't worry. It's just some minor ailments that come with age!" Terence explained, his hands bracing his thighs, taking a moment before slowly standing up. "All right, go back and get some rest." With that, he staggered toward his room.

Natasha sat on the bench on the balcony, her gaze fixed in the direction of Terence. It was only at that point a sudden realization dawned upon her her grandfather had truly aged.

Before she even realized, and while she thought there was still plenty of time ahead, Terence was already up in the years...

His hair had turned white, his silhouette was hunched over, and he was walking with a faltering gait. Natasha's eyes welled up with tears at that sight.

As the saying goes, for everything you gain, you lose something else.

It was only at this point that she realized that she had missed all those times when she could have kept Terence company and taken care of him. Thinking of that, she lowered her gaze.

After a moment of sorrow, she gathered her gaze and stared into the distance.

Dad, I've finally cleared up things regarding you. From now on, I'm going to devote more time to Grandpa...

...

The following morning, when Spencer went to the restaurant for breakfast, he spotted Natasha eating.

Narrowing his gaze slightly, he walked over and sat down before her.

"So early?" asked Spencer.

Natasha, who was leisurely enjoying her breakfast, lifted her gaze upon hearing his words. "You're early, too."

"I'm used to it. It's been like this for years for me, but not for you!" Spencer said.

"I'll get used to it soon!" responded Natasha.

Hearing that, Spencer swept his gaze across her, sizing her up. Somehow, he sensed that she was a little different from usual, yet he could not quite pinpoint what the difference was. Well, it was only normal that humans tend to change after experiencing some things.

As long as the change was for the good, then that would probably be too much of an issue.

While eating, Spencer asked, "How did your chat go yesterday?"

"Pretty good!"

Spencer nodded. "I can tell that Old Mr. Watson is a wise and open-minded person!"

Natasha agreed, "Yeah!"

After a brief contemplation, he looked at her and questioned, "Do you have any plans for the future?"

"Yes!" Natasha nodded.

"What do you have in mind?" asked Spencer.

She gave it some thought and looked at him. "Keeping my family company!"

Hearing that, Spencer narrowed his eyes. "What kind of plan is this?"

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"How can this not be considered a plan?" retorted Natasha. "I've found out what I wanted to know and avenged the grudges I wanted to avenge. There's nothing I have worry or care about anymore. All I want to do now is spend time with my family in peace and take care of Kenneth and my two grandpas!"

"They have helpers to take care of them!"

"But helpers can only take care of them, not keep them company," Natasha reasoned.

Spencer slightly arched his eyebrows upon hearing those words. "You're not wrong in saying that!"

Natasha lowered her gaze as she continued eating. Peace and tranquility were written all over her fair face.

"But, are you really planning to quit?" Spencer popped another question.

Natasha paused for a moment. Without a doubt, she understood what he was trying to ask.

She lapsed into a thoughtful silence as she continued digging into her food.

"Shadow Seeker's retirement will be a great loss to the hacking industry!" exclaimed Spencer.

Natasha softly stated, "The world has never been short of talented people. Without me, there'll still be others. But that's not the case for family!"

Seeing how determined she was,

Spencer could only nod smilingly. "You're absolutely right. Besides,

you've got everything you should et

have and achieved everything you should achieve. In a way, if you quit now, it'll be considered retiring after achieving success."

Instead of harping on the topic, Natasha looked up at him and asked, "Then what about you?"

"What about me?"

"What are your plans?" Natasha probed.

After some thought, Spencer shook his head. "I haven't thought of it yet!"

"I'm afraid Thalia will be angry with you again if she hears this!" remarked Natasha.

"She won't!" Spencer replied, shaking his head.

"Oh?"

"She has no intention to quit Darknetz, so she won't stop me either!" voiced Spencer.

Natasha looked at him and

pondered for a long while. "No

matter what you do, don't forget to

be there for each other. Life is short;

don't ever assume there's still a long way ahead!"

For some reason, Spencer felt that she was acting a little strange after hearing those words she said.

"What's gotten into you today? Why do you sound so emotional?" Spencer queried.

"It's just some advice from someone who's been there!"

Spencer bobbed his head. "Very well. I'll keep that in mind!"

"Do you have plans after this?" Natasha suddenly asked.

Spencer shook his head in response. "No. Why?"

"I need a favor!" Natasha answered.

Spencer looked at her. "What favor?"