"Arthur, you think too highly of yourself. In my eyes, you are not worthy of me doing this."
"Really? Then why did you happen to appear at the door of my room?"
Sylvia's eyes turned red. If she hadn't asked him to treat her mother that night six years ago, how could she have gone there?
"Arthur, six years ago, I was still your wife. You stayed up at night and I went to find you. It's reasonable. What do you want to suspect?" Sylvia said expressionlessly, "If you don't believe that the child is yours, I suggest you do a DNA paternity test.”
She turned and left.
Her mother's death will always be a thorn in her heart. She will never forget this man's indifference.
Arthur looked at the woman's indifferent back. No matter her height, fatness or slim waist, she was very similar to that night. No wonder he had that feeling when he saw her several times. It turned out to be not an illusion!
What about Sheryl?
She also gave birth to Elaine.
He pondered for a moment, stood up and strode outside.
Sylvia sat in Chris' bedroom in a daze for a while. Thinking that Chris was still playing downstairs, she wanted to see how the child was doing. After all, Sheryl is still in the family, so she was worried.
But not far after walking out, he saw two guards standing upright at the entrance of the elevator, expressionless.
She was stunned and continued walking towards the elevator.
"Miss Lancelot, please stay."
"What do you mean? Are you not letting me go downstairs?"
"Miss Lancelot, Mr. Bridgewater instructed us that you cannot go downstairs or be with the children without his permission."
"..." Sylvia was shocked, and when she came to her senses, she yelled angrily: "Arthur, are you crazy? You are imprisoning me in disguise and restricting my personal freedom. I want to sue you."
She shouted angrily at the two guards:
Later, she was tired and fell asleep on the bed.
In the afternoon.
A Bentley business car slowly drove to the door of the villa.
The car door opens.
A man in his sixties, tall and thin, well-dressed and with delicate features came out.
"Wendy, bring my good grandson to me quickly." Brent Bridgewater shouted with a smile as soon as he got out of the car.
Today he saw the news about Chris in the newspaper. When he learned that he had twin grandchildren, he was shocked and excited. He immediately took a private plane back.
When Butler Lang heard the voice, he immediately came out respectfully and said with a smile: "Sir, you are back. Madam has not returned from church yet. Come in quickly. The two young masters are playing games in the back garden."
"Hurry, let them come to see me." Brent couldn't wait to see his grandsons.

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