Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler

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Chapter 771

Uncle Ford took numerous turns into various alleys, probably to shake off the bodyguard who followed after

Catelyn. Eventually, they arrived at a tea house with a quiet environment on the corner of a street.

Grandpa Mason was in the private room on the top floor, standing by the window with one hand on the railing,

looking out into the distance.

The tea house was elegantly decorated as there were elegantly carved handicrafts on the shelves, and the whole

house was filled with a faint tea fragrance.

After Uncle Ford announced to Granda Mason that the 'guest' was here, he slowly turned.

Sporting a black coat, his face was etched with sternness as his eyes gleamed coldly. "Ceddy has you well-guarded,

it seems. I had to get rid of his people before I got to meet you."

"If you have something to say, please get straight to it." Catelyn was neither humble nor arrogant, but calm. A faint

glint could be seen in her eyes.

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Draco stepped back to the table with a stern expression. "I've reminded you many times that I want you to leave

Ceddy and give up custody of the two children, but it seems that you take none of my words to heart. You even get

the marriage certificate with Cedrick secretly. Do you think the house rules of the Mason family are just child's

play?"

"I respect you as Cedrick's grandfather, but it doesn't mean that we should always follow your orders."

"So you've made up your mind not to leave him?" Draco stared at her mockingly.

Catelyn took a deep breath and declared, "Unless he doesn't want me, I won't divorce him, and I sure as heck won't

give up custody of the children."

"Is that so?" The sneer on Draco's face gradually became unfathomable. "In the past, if it weren't for the fact that

you've given birth to my grandchildren, I'd have had someone get rid of you. Ceddy has been resenting me for

always putting you in difficult situations.

"Now, Quinn—Miss Atherton—is back, she can do things, take care of Ceddy, or even give birth to more heirs of the

family a hundred times better than you. If you truly love him, you should leave as soon as possible!"

"Do you truly think Quinn is the daughter of the Atherton family?" questioned Catelyn casually.

Draco, however, was not surprised at all. "Do you think that matters? The Atherton family just needs to admit her

identity."

It seemed that he was determined to force her to leave.

Catelyn offered him a solemn bow. "I'm sorry, but I can't do it. If you ask me to be here just to talk about this, I'm

afraid we have nothing to talk about."

Just as she was about to leave, she heard Draco’s monotonous voice coming from behind, "I heard that Ceddy has

injured your mother and is now in a coma, lying in the hospital bed."

Catelyn's heart began to race upon hearing this. "Leave her alone!" she hissed. "She has nothing to do with this!"

"Ceddy hurt her, yet you refuse to leave him. It seems that you don't actually care about Missus Hills after all."

Disdain flashed in Draco's eyes, but he suddenly changed the subject of the conversation.

"What if...Ezekiel was in trouble instead?"

Draco took out a stack of photos and threw them in front of Catelyn.

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Fwoosh! The photos rustled in the air and finally fell to the ground at the other end of the table, one after another.

Catelyn casually picked up the one on the table and glanced at it. Instantly, she found herself unable to breathe as

her eyes were filled with sheer shock.

'It's Dad!'

The person in the photo was Ezekiel, Catelyn's father!

The photos seemed to have been taken in a dirty place, and Ezekiel was wearing a prison uniform, crouching on the

ground, cleaning. Behind him stood many men wearing the same prison uniform with malicious smiles on their

faces.

She hurriedly picked up the other photos and looked at them all.

In other photos, Ezekiel was weeding the lawn, doing handicrafts in the dark room, and was even beaten and kicked

by a group of gangsters.

One of her hands flew to clasp her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.

There was no doubt that this was a prison, where Ezekiel was suffering.

He was not dead yet.

She knew her father was alive!

However, seeing him so oppressed in such a state, she felt infinite guilt and remorse in her heart, "where did these

photos come from?" she asked. "How is my father now?"

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