Twins Secret (Tiffany)

Chapter 113 On the Edge of Misunderstanding Tiffany stayed quiet, just listening in. Leon's face turned dark; he had zero patience for a drunk call.

Just as Leon was about to hang up, Bronte's voice cthrough, "Leon, if you don't agree withnow, you'll regret it later!" Bronte, realizing her pleas were useless, switched to threats.

Leon wasn't having any of it. He didn't take her seriously and hung up, blocking her number.

"Aren't you worried Bronte will cafter you later?" Tiffany teased with a smirk.

"She wouldn't dare," Leon replied coolly.

He was confident because he knew if Bronte really wanted to confront him, she would have shown up at the Cooper Mansion after the engagement party instead of calling.

"But Bronte seems to really like you. Have you ever considered her?" Tiffany asked, her eyes full of curiosity.

It was a simple question, but Leon's face instantly darkened with anger, his eyes turning icy.

"Tiffany, are you trying to nudgetoward another woman?" Leon growled.

"That's not what I meant..." He interrupted. "We both know what kind of person Bronte is. Do you really think I'd be interested in her? Tiffany, I don't just chase after any woman!" Leon snapped, storming off to the bedroom upstairs.

Tiffany sat on the living room sofa, stunned as she pointed at herself, glancing towards the direction where Leon had left. She didn't think she had said anything wrong, so why was he so angry? It had been a casual mention; she didn't actually want Leon to be with Bronte. His furious reaction baffled her, leaving her grumbling internally as she resumed working on her phone.

Meanwhile, in the study, four people had cracked the door open slightly, their ears pressed against it, listening to Leon and Tiffany's conversation. They exchanged worried glances, clearly at a loss.

"Does Mommy really not see anything wrong with what she said?" Sam rubbed his forehead, unable to believe his dear Mommy could say something so cold.

Even the kids could see that Tiffany's words implied she was pushing Leon toward another woman, yet they both knew Leon had no interest in Bronte.

Sam had also heard from Sophia about what happened in the northern suburbs, where Bronte had tried to harm Tiffany. Leon was aware of this too. How could he possibly have any interest in her? The kids thought, 'Mommy, can't you see that Daddy is wholeheartedly focused on you now?' "Barry, if this keeps up, won't Daddy and Mommy start fighting again?" Flora worried that another conflict would ruin their hard-won reconciliation.

Barry shook his head, holding Flora's hand and softly reassuring her. "Don't worry, Flora. Daddy wants Mommy to forgive him. His attitude will be different from before. He hopes Mommy will see how much he's changed and choose to remarry him." "Alright, kids, don't worry. No matter what, I'm here to help bring them back together!" Ronald said with determination, reigniting the kids' confidence.

"Great-grandpa! Let's work together to get them back to how they were!" "We're now ateam!" "Con!" They made a ruckus in the study, the noise reaching Tiffany's ears. She rubbed her temples, looking helplessly at the study door.

Tiffany was used to the kids making a racket, so she didn't bother asking about their antics.

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Tiffany thought Leon was still mad about the Bronte incident and wouldn't talk to her. So she was surprised when Leon offered to drive them home.

Now, the three kids were back in Tiffany's villa, leaving Tiffany and Leon standing outside, staring at each other in silence.

Tiffany thought for a moment and decided to explain, "Leon, I didn't mean to push you towards anyone. I just thought that Bronte coming to you meant she really liked you. And when you mistook her for someone else, you did defend her. That's why I said that." "I know," Leon said calmly. He had thought it over in the bedroom and wasn't angry anymore.

Suddenly, Leon stepped forward, his gaze firmly on Tiffany. His presence was so overwhelming that Tiffany couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye.

"Tiffany, I need you to understand one thing. Right now, I only care about you and the kids. No one else matters to me." "Okay," Tiffany replied weakly, nodding like a pecking chick.

Leon sighed, placing his hand on her head and ruffling her hair like a puppy. "It's late.

You must be tired from the drive. Get srest. I'll cby in the morning to take the kids to preschool." "Okay," Tiffany said, her ears turning red as she went inside, feeling a bit happy.

Leon drove away, a smile creeping onto his face in the rearview mirror.

Meanwhile, Bronte woke up, remembering her call to Leon. She was furious, grabbing a pillow to throw in frustration but stopping herself.

She looked around and realized she wasn't in her own room.

Wait! She was at a bar. How did she end up in a strange room? Bronte felt a wave of fear, thinking she had been taken advantage of while drunk.

Just as she was about to call the police, she heard footsteps approaching.

Bronte's face paled, and she quickly hid her phone. At the stime, the bedroom door opened.

"Awake?" The familiar voice made Bronte relax a bit. Seeing him bring honey water, she lowered her head.

His voice, though, was chilling, like a I ghostly whisper. "I brought you back this time, but that doesn't mean I'll always be there to save you. Bronte, I got you out of the police station to do something useful, not to get drunk and beg Leon to take you back. If you don't complete the task I gave you, don't blme for throwing you back."

His voice was cold and devoid of emotion. His gentle demeanor was just a facade, his true nature was like En.

a Venomous snake ready to strike. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again..." Bronte whispered, too scared to speak loudly, having witnessed his cruelty firsthand.

He sat on the bed, handing her the honey water, his tone gentle but his voice icy. "Drink it." Bronte didn't refuse, trembling as she took the honey water and drank it in one gulp.

He quickly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Bronte, om don't forget, you have two days. If the N results don't satisfy me, you know what will happen." Bronte replied, "Okay... I'll do it." He smiled, releasing her and gently wiping his fingers with a tissue. "Good. Now rest well. I'll be waiting for your good news."