Mark's gaze fixed on me, his eyes reddening with desperation. "Don't do this. I'm begging you. Even if you resent me, the kids are blameless. Can you just leave them here, please?"
He clutched the twins tighter, attempting to push them in my direction.
I scoffed, halting his efforts.
"Are you listening? They don't deserve me either! Two kids who curse their grandfather like he's some old hag? I never gave birth to them. I never raised them! From this moment on, they mean nothing to me!"
It was only then that Mark seemed to grasp the gravity of my words.
His lips tightened into a thin line, and his complexion grew ashen.
Even as I ushered the three of them out the door, he remained rooted in place.
In the days that followed, he carried on as if nothing had changed, taking out the gar
