CHAPTER 91
ZYLIAH’S POV
“Children, go to your maids and have them clean you up,” Grandma Charlotte sweetly urged the kids, and only then did I realize there were three of them—the girl was with them too.
"Okay, great-grandma." The twins’ voices echoed as they ran out of the room together with their stepsister.
They saw me but pretended not to know me, and I couldn’t blame them. Kids were the most brutally honest when it came to how they felt.
They acted exactly according to how they felt about me, and I couldn’t hold it against them. I’d treated them the same way before, and this was only payback in my own currency.
"Can we…" I began, my voice barely steady.
"Are you deaf?" He cut me off, his stance rigid, his eyes colder than ice—if such a thing was even possible.
I flinched sligh
