Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love

"Fuck off!" Ethan growled in a feral manner as the pain further fueled his anger.

"Ethan, don't touch my daughter!" Nancy held Nadia in her arms.

"Your daughter?" 'D-daughter!'

For a second, Ethan completely froze as his brain was unable to process the information it just acquired.

"She is your daughter?" Ethan laughed out, believing it to be a lie. "Nancy, are you saying that Nadia here, is your actual daughter?" asked Ethan-clearly in disbelief.

"Yes, Nadia is my daughter. I brought her in this world," said Nancy without a single quiver in her voice. Ethan was not the only one astounded by Nancy's big reveal. The one most shocked was none other than Nancy's best friend-Doris.

She felt like her whole world was spinning as nothing made sense to her. She was Nancy's closest friend, and yet she had no idea that

"Wow. Nancy, are you serious? Is she really your daughter? When did you give birth? Why did you keep it a secret from me?" Initially, she felt like a lightning bolt struck her with all of its might. But she quickly accustomed herself and showered Nancy with questions.

Nancy felt overwhelmed when she suddenly became the target of Doris' barrage of questions. Instead of answering, she just kept quiet, hoping that Doris would quickly tire herself out.

"Ah!" Nancy couldn't help but moan in pain as she suddenly felt someone's tight grip on her shoulder.

Turning around, she came eye to eye with Ethan. He was staring at her so intensely that if looks could kill, she'd be dead right now.

"Who is her father?" asked Ethan while gazing sharply into Nancy's eyes as if trying to see through her.

Nancy wasn't one to be easily intimidated. She kept calm and didn't speak a word. "Well, Ethan, I think Nancy needs a break and some time to calm down. It will not help if you keep forcing her. Why don't you go and get some rest too?" suggested Doris as she bravely took the position of a middleman.

Ethan looked at both of them and smiled coldly. Just when they thought he had no plans for peace, he quietly dropped his mask. "Hey, Nancy, are you really her mother?" asked Doris quietly, failing to keep her curiosity in check.

"Yup. Nadia is my daughter," said Nancy as she lovingly caressed Nadia's head. "Well, since she is your daughter, then doesn't that automatically make me her godmother? What a world! What a bizarre coincidence. Nadia not only were you lucky enough to get a mother, but you also got a super awesome godmother for absolutely free. You no longer have to worry about being alone," said Doris with a smug smile on her face.

Nadia raised her little head and stared at Doris with her cute eyes. Softly, she asked, "Auntie, Can I call Uncle Charles... Dad?"

"No way!" exclaimed Nancy, without even giving Doris a chance to speak. Doris looked at the panicking Nancy and shrugged her shoulders. Giving out an amused chuckle, she replied in a helpless tone, "Girl, think both of us should just listen to your mother."

"Mommy, who is my Daddy?" asked Nadia as she blinked her big innocent eyes with expectation.

This question was like an old injury for Nancy. When she was asked this question, the wound will start throbbing with pain. She also wanted to know who

Nadia's father was, but she had no way of finding out.

Moreover, what could possibly change from knowing that?

"Your Dad went out to find the best gift in the world for you. When you grow up, he will come back with it!" said Nancy. She couldn't tell the truth to a little kid, so she just made a reasonable sounding excuse. "Okay, then I must grow up as soon as possible. I miss Daddy so much!" said Nadia with a newfound enthusiasm.

Seeing the playful antics of Nadia, she couldn't help but kiss her little face. "Dr. Nancy, Mr. Fu has woken up," whispered a nurse who just came over.

"Okay, I'll be there soon," replied Nancy. Looking at Doris, she said, "Doris, I'm leaving Nadia under your care. Give her a warm bath and buy her some new clothes." Then she took out her credit card. "Nancy, are you looking down on me? She's my goddaughter. Do you really think I can't buy her some clothes?" said Doris in mock anger. Quickly grabbing Nadia's hand, with a comical glint in her eyes, she declared, "Nadia, let's go shopping."

"See you later, Mommy," Nadia said as she waved her cute hands at Nancy. "See you later, honey," replied Nancy as she felt a warm and fuzzy feeling inside her.

'Mommy...' Nancy felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction as she saw Nadia. It was like Nadia was the only thing she needed in the whole world.

Only after Doris and Nadia entered the elevator could she bear to pull her eyes away from Nadia. Seeing their disappearing silhouette, she turned around and went to Charles' ward.

Charles was lying on a hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask and covered in medical gauze. As soon as he saw Nancy entering the room, he tried to give her a smile. However, the 10 muscles required for smiling were quite against his decision. As they unanimously decided that he needed more pain coursing through his body. "Does it hurt?" asked Nancy as she gently held Charles' hand. 'It hurts.

It hurts like hell.' Yet, not a single complaint escaped Charles' mouth. With the same composure, he gently shook his head.

"The anesthetic will wear off soon. You will begin to feel it then. Do you want a pain relief pump?"

Charles pointed towards the oxygen mask. Understanding Charles' intention, Nancy nodded and removed the mask.

Fortunately, there was only a minor concussion in Charles' brain. So, as long as he could remain awake, an oxygen mask wasn't necessary.

It would have been a different story altogether if it turned out to be a major concussion. Charles would have to wear an oxygen mask for a long time. "No, thanks."

With a sigh of relief, he asked, "What about Flora?"

"She was announced dead," replied Nancy without any change in her expression. "Mhm. Death might be a relief for her. She was already in so much pain," said Charles with a frown. "Shakespeare once said, 'The conflict is rendered as one of subject and object, of individual personality.'

For example, I still don't understand why Flora didn't divorce Hiram. After all, her marriage with Hiram was nothing more than a gateway to hell. Why was she so insistent?" asked Nancy, puzzled at Flora's clearly idiotic behavior.

Charles affectionately looked at Nancy, thinking that even her ignorance was charming, he said, "The Fang family business has been stagnant in recent years. They were completely dependent on Hiram because of that. If Flora and Hiram were to separate, then the Fang family will no longer get support from Hiram.

As a result, Flora had to keep up with the marriage. It eventually exhausted her, though."

Nancy smiled bitterly. She finally understood the reason behind Flora's idiotic behavior. Wait!

Was it still idiotic? Expending herself for the sake of her family?

"Rich and powerful families seem to be prosperous, but in fact, there are a lot of problems they have to face," said Charles. "Did it hit you only now?"

Raising her eyebrows, Nancy gave a pearly smile. "I... Ah, my love isn't bounded by anything. No one can stop me from getting what I want," said Charles arrogantly. Indeed. He was Charles Fu, a man of legends. He could get everything he desired. "Ouch!"

The anesthetic had finally worn off. The wounds on his ribs began aching again as if threatening to break at any moment.

"I think the gauze is a little tight. Can you loosen it a bit?" asked Charles.

"Let me take a look." In fact, Nancy knew that the gauze wasn't tightly wrapped.

The reason why he said that was because of the pain. Every patient had to go through a painful period after the operation.

Nancy lifted the quilt and examined the wounds carefully. Using her featherlike hands, she softly caressed Charles' wounds. "That's much better,"

Charles said with a pale look.

Precisely at the moment when Charles and Nancy were in this intimate position, Angelina entered the room, holding Bobby's hand.

She was already quite peeved, to begin with. But when she saw Nancy touching Charles' wound, she got even angrier.

Therefore, her words were naturally unkind.

"Hey. Nancy. My son is already injured. Why are you still bothering him?

Moreover, it's entirely your fault, to begin with.

If not for you, then why else would my son go into that wilderness?"

"Grandma. Daddy was willing to help Mommy," said Bobby, as if correcting his Grandmother.

"You little boy.

It's all because of you, Nancy.

Ever since you came into our lives, Charles and Bobby no longer love me the same,"

said Angelina as she placed the thermos with a snort. "I'm sorry, Auntie,"

Nancy could only apologize. She knew that all of what Angelina said wasn't the truth.

However, she was indeed the reason why Charles got hurt. If not, Charles wouldn't be injured today.

It was the guilt that made her lose her confident and stubborn stance. She did owe him an apology, at least.

"Mom, can you stop talking?"

said Charles angrily, with a deep frown etched on his face.

"See. This is what I was talking about. Now even you hate me," complained Angelina without a pause.

"Mommy, did you find your baby?" asked Bobby softly.

This question worried his maturely immature brain the most. He was quite conflicted in his stance regarding the baby.

On the one hand, he hoped that Mommy could find her baby, but on the other hand, he was worried about a very important matter.

The matter in question being-What if he got jealous?

TESS WHITE