Hey, My Twins Babies

Chapter 871 Whose Fault Was It

Rufus thought that his father would mention Brian and Stella, but he had long thought of not caring

about anyone's feelings.

"That's their business, they have to figure it out by themselves. Again, if I have cancer, I don't even

have the opportunity to say it. Of course, I would not be able to worry about anyone."

"Dad, I told you a long time ago, and you know about Isobel and I. Isobel is not wrong, it is all my fault.

I must at least clear her name. For more than 20 years, she has been depressed like me. Shouldn't I

make up for her?"

Felix said that because of his selfish thoughts, he still didn't want Isobel to come back.

"You have news about Isobel? How do you know that she has been depressed in the past twenty

years?"

Felix tested rufus. He was not 100% sure that Rufus already knew where Isobel was. But Rufus

probably found Isobel.

"This is not important. I can find her no matter where she is. Whether she lives well or not, I should

compensate her. I owe her."

"Dad, can you leave it alone, can you let me take control of my life once?"

Rufus's answer was still vague, and he could only answer his father that way.

Whether his father interfered or not, he couldn't change his decision. Fighting with his father just made

him feel more at ease.

"You can ignore anyone, but can Brian and Stella turn a blind eye. If they have extreme behavior, do

you think you will be happy."

"Things are not as simple as you think. I don't need to interfere, but you must not hurt Brian and Stella,

let alone affect more people and more things."

Felix knew that he could no longer control the situation, and he could not change his 60-year-old son's

mind. It's just that the matter was too complicated, he was worried that it would affect the overall

situation.

"I will consider it, but I will not change my decision whether they agree or not."

Rufus still insisted on his decision, he would never let himself and Isobel suffer too much because of

his father's ideas. At this moment, even if he died, he had to die with Isobel.

Stella agreed with Paul to send herself back because she had her own plan. On her way home, Stella

passed a teahouse and invited Paul to go in for a cup of tea.

Paul was a low-key smart man. He probably guessed Stella's purpose for inviting him to drink tea, so

he didn't refuse.

They found a quieter place and sat down.

"Paul, what tea do you drink?"

Stella asked Paul.

"I have no special requirements, as long as it is black tea."

Paul didn't come to taste tea, but to answer Stella's questions, so it doesn't matter what kind of tea he

drank.

"Okay, I got it."

After talking, Stella started ordering.

"Paul, I still want to ask you something, so I brought you here."

Stella was straightforward, without any euphemism.

She spent more time with Paul than Joshua. He was like his father. Being too polite to him seemed

alienated

"Just say what you want, and I will tell you if I know."

Paul was also straightforward, but there were things he knew but couldn't say.

"It is still about my dad's business."

"I'm really afraid of dad's illness this time. I suddenly feel I owe dad, but I'm afraid I don't have a chance

to make up for it. Paul, I should forgive dad. I can't let him be tied up with us for the rest of his time."

Stella figured it out and decided to forgive her father.

"Stella, I'm very happy that you can think like this. Your father has been waiting for so many years.

Besides waiting for Isobel, he is waiting for your forgiveness."

Paul was surprised to hear Stella's words, and he was relieved.

He thought that Stella would forgive Rufus when she knew the past. Unexpectedly, as Rufus was sick

this time, Stella finally straightened out his thinking.

"Paul, but there are some things I still want to know, otherwise I feel uncomfortable."

Stella's forgiveness was because of her father's pity and fear of loss, but it did not mean that she no

longer cared about the past. To truly forgive her father from the bottom of her heart, she still needed to

know the truth.

"What do you want to know?"

Paul put away his surprise, understanding Stella's scruples. After more than 20 years, it was really not

easy for her to change her mind.

"Whose fault is it, my dad or my mom? Did my mother jump out of the building because my father

cheated?"

This was the root of everything, but Stella hadn't got an accurate answer until now.

Paul was embarrassed. Stella's question was not superficial. If he answered her, Stella would definitely

ask in more detail.

He knew in more detail, but he couldn't say.

"Stella, your question is very embarrassing. I know some things. But there are some things your father

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"Well, I only say what I can say. As for what I can't say, you can ask your father after his operation."

Paul could only say that, he told Stella euphemistically that there was indeed a secret. And what he

couldn't tell Stella was the truth of the matter, the one who was at fault, and the crucial factor that

opened up their knots.

Paul continued.

"Your parents have no feelings. Even if they have two children, you and Brian, they didn't love each

other. I think you should be able to feel this."

"In a marriage without love, your mother didn't care about your father's cheating. And your father didn't

care what your mother thought."

"It's his fault that your dad cheated during the marriage, but your mother didn't care."

"I can tell you responsibly that your mother's suicide by jumping from a building has nothing to do with

your dad's cheating."

This was what Paul could say, and he couldn't say the rest.

"Uncle Zhou, you told me this last time. You said that my mother's death has nothing to do with Dad.

But why did she commit suicide? Did she not care about me and Brian?"

Stella still didn't get the answer she wanted, but now she can be sure that her hatred for her father for

so many years was wrong. Her mom's death had nothing to do with her father.

The last time she heard this, she was dubious. She had many doubts. But this time she chose to

believe Paul's words, believing that what Paul said was the truth.

However, the cause of her mother's death had become a more puzzled question for her.

"Knowing this is enough to meet your conditions for forgiving your dad. Stella, it is better not to know

some things than to know. Knowing the truth will hurt you and Brian."

"You have to think about it. If you insist on knowing it, ask your dad. I can't say why your mom

committed suicide."

Paul stopped there, and the rest was up to Stella.

"Okay, Paul, I won't embarrass you. I'll ask my dad after he has the operation."

"Paul, can you tell me mom's lover, more in detail?"

No more embarrassing Paul, but Stella changed the direction to ask this question. Paul deliberately

mentioned her mother's ex-boyfriend last time, and she was wondering if this matter had something to

do with her mother's ex-boyfriend, otherwise Paul wouldn't talk about him.

"No, he is dead. You can't ask what you want to know. And if you ask, it is likely to put another family in

trouble."

Paul simply refused. He had hidden a lot of information for this reason, so he couldn't say one more

word.

"But……"

"Stella, your dad knows the truth, just ask him."

Although Paul rejected Stella's next question, he was struggling. He knew there would be no answer

after asking Rufus, but he wanted the truth to come out.

Once everyone knew it, this matter would be solved, then their family would be reconciled

It was almost noon when Winnie woke up. She was a little anxious when she found it was late. She sat

up quickly, but saw herself sleeping in Brian's room.

It seemed that she was so sleepy last night that she slept directly in Brian's place without even having

time to return to her room.

She hadn't slept so freely for a long time, and she had slept so soundly.

Before she thought about getting out of bed in a hurry, she suddenly saw a note on the head of the

bed.

Winnie picked it up curiously, and knew it was from Brian.

"If it is too late for you to go to work, don't go. I have sent the children to school. Don't worry. I will send

the food to the hospital by myself. You can either sleep or go shopping with Daenerys and Emily."

A note from Brian made Winnie's eager heart relax all at once. It was indeed inappropriate to go to

work at this time and she did not need to take care of the children and Rufus. The police station hadn't

called her, so she might as well go shopping.

Winnie lay on the bed, and then looked at the writing on the note over and over again. She felt a little

warm and didn't believe Brian had such a considerate side.

Winnie made an appointment with Daenerys and Emily for lunch. Because Emily had many dietary

restrictions, the three of them could only make an appointment at the Chinese restaurant.

The Chinese restaurant was self-service, Emily could eat whatever she wanted.

"I think you are fatter. Do you eat uncontrollably?"

Winnie looked at Emily for a long time, and found that she was fat.

"I gained a little weight. I have no morning sickness reaction these days. I just want to make up for

what I vomited before."

Emily was talking while eating, and chewing in her mouth didn't affect her speech. In other word, her

words did not affect her eating.

"According to your eating method, you will weigh 160 pounds when you give birth to the baby."

Winnie hit Emily. She hoped Emily had bon appetite, which was good for herself and the development

of the baby.

"160 pounds? Are you kidding me? I don't want to be as fat as a pig."

Emily was afraid of getting fat, but she couldn't stop eating. Now she wanted to eat everything, and the

food she hated before was attractive to her. She couldn't imagine why pregnancy could make such a

big difference to her.

Winnie didn't say a word but just looked at Emily and smiled. Seeing Emily's food, she felt Emily might

be heavier than 160 pounds.

"Eat, eat if you want. It doesn't matter if you get fat, just lose weight after giving birth."

"I was fat when I was pregnant, but now I have lost weight."

Daenerys persuaded Emily. She felt that it didn't matter if she was fat or thin, as long as she felt happy

during pregnancy.

"Daenerys is right, I can lose weight when I am fat."

Emily almost immediately gave herself an excuse to eat whatever she wanted. She had to get fat

before losing weight.