Chapter 101: Chapter 101

"Are the kids asleep?" Mom greeted me when I got down the stairs.

She worries for the twins, and I know that. Because of the kids' idleness, even Mommy and Daddy couldn't resist paying attention to them. I immediately canceled my following appointment after what happened in the office and took my kids home. I had a strong desire to make it up to them.

I replied with a stern nod and moved over to the couch where Mom was seated. Then she offered me hot tea right away. I thanked her and kept my gaze fixed on the screen even it was switched off.

"I am sorry. I also did not expect the twins to see their father . . . and his family," Mom broke the silence.

I turned to her and smiled for a moment. "It's okay, Mama. I had been eagerly anticipating our chance to meet before then."

"What are your plans for now?" she was curious.

I delayed my response. In an attempt to find an answer to a subject I didn't even know how to address, I simply lowered my eyes to the cup in my palm and stared at it. I sighed and slouched back on the sofa out of exhaustion.

"I don't know either, Mama. Right now, I just want to make it up to the kids in any way I can," I answered.

I immediately lost interest in my work in a split second. I simply had the thought that I should find a house quickly so that I may spend more time with them. From them, in terms of care, cooking, and other things, I may start to build it.

We were briefly engulfed in silence. Later, I became aware of Mama's movements and her direct gaze at me, which is why I turned to face her.

"Why don't you just let him know?" she asked anxiously; avoiding leading me.

I tried to smile. "Do you think, Ma, that's what I should do now?"

"It's in your lead, what do you think is the right thing to do? Coming from you, you have no plans to hide the children from him in case he finds out. What are you waiting for?"

I bit my bottom lip after hearing that.

What am I waiting for?

Am I waiting for someone?

I shook my head and laughed to myself. I have nothing on the horizon. Even if that were to be the case, I just don't want it to get to the point where my children started to resemble me. They are not legitimate.

Agustine may or may not be married. But the fact that the person who ended our relationship was his fiancée is evidence that my children would always be seen to be an illegitimate child.

It's okay to call me flirt, whore, or whatever because I gave birth without a husband. Just don't feel sorry for my children, just don't call them bastards. In this day and age, it is a shallower shame to have a child without one's spouse than to have a child with a married person.

That's the reason why I don't want fight against destiny. If he doesn't accept the twins, I won't force it. Their father will remain a secret. I was able to bring my children to life without him, I can still handle it until the end. But in case Agustine accepts the twins. . . as I have experienced, they will be recognized as illegitimates.

I put the cup I was holding on the center table and slowly turned to look at Mom. "I'm going to rest," I said goodbye instead of answering her question.

Mom smiled sadly at me and nodded; I knew she felt the difficulty of my situation even if she didn't fully understand my reasons.

I approached her and hugged her for a while. She immediately reciprocated. I just smiled in gratitude because no matter how hard things were, she stayed by my side.

"Thank you, Mom," I whispered and broke off from the hug.

She smiled at me and nodded. "Alright, go to sleep. Beside the kids."

I didn't answer anymore. I just smiled and turned my back on her and walked up the stairs.

WHEN I reached the children's room, I couldn't help but look at them. My chest was once again filled with pity and compassion. I carefully climbed onto the bed and then gently caressed their hair.

"Mommy loves you so much," I whispered sincerely.

As I thought back on the agony they had gone through earlier, my eyesight began to become blurry. When they spotted Agustine, I didn't physically see what they were concealing, but I can picture it in my head. Despite the shock they experienced, and longing, I find it impossible to believe that they would choose to do so.

I let out a deep breath and tried to suppress my tears. I planted a kiss on each of the children's foreheads and then kissed them properly. After that, I watched them sleep again.

"For the second time, I will try . . ." I mumbled and laid down beside them.

I hugged them carefully and gently. "I will try to inform your Daddy about you."

Even though it is difficult and there is no certainty in the outcome of my decision. I will take a risk for the children.

I hope, I hope whatever happens. My children will not be hurt.

AFTER that day, I prepared myself. I entered the office in the morning. Even though I was nervous and unsure if Agustine would show up, I still tried to act normal.

It's 6:00 in the morning but still no one is pissing me off or suddenly appearing in my office. I kept glancing at the door in case he or my secretary came in, but almost ten minutes passed without anyone coming.

Should I text him to come?

Yeah, I can reason about the expansion of the hotel. The only problem is, I don't have any designs to show.

I just slapped my forehead and felt my senses. I feel like my brain and chest will explode in deep thought.

Should I postpone it?

But when will I have the courage to confess to him about the children if I don't continue today?

"Argh! Damn you, Agustine. Why did you have to give two kids?!" I mindlessly said out of frustration.

I finally shook my head and chose to focus on the papers on my desk. I was in that situation when I suddenly heard three consecutive knocks.

I swallowed hard as my heartbeat pounded rapidly. "Y-yes?" I stuttered.

"Ma'am, someone wants to have an audience—"

"Let him in!" thinking that it was Agustine, I cut her off.

I quickly adjusted my seat. I took deep breaths in preparation until my office door slowly opened.

I prepared my stoic face as I am expecting Agustine to enter my office, but my breathing hitched when an unexpected guest came.

"L-Lhea?"