Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4

“It’s not acceptable that you can’t do anything!” Liz shouted at the train station’s staff when they told her there was nothing they could do but wait for a call.

“Ma’am, please calm down. You’re partly to blame for this.”

“My children are still so young! It’s their first time in Southshire. I can’t just sit here waiting for a call while I have no idea where they are. What if they can’t be found?”

She pressed her hands to her face in distress. Receiving the same answer again, she left their office with slumped shoulders.

It was already past five in the afternoon. In just an hour, the train would arrive at the Southshire station. Her mind was flooded with all sorts of horrific scenarios. Southshire City was a far cry from where the twins grew up. Crime was rampant there, especially the kidnapping of children for organ trafficking.

Elizabeth turned sharply when she heard the noise of an approaching group. Her gaze immediately landed on Wulfric. He was the reason she had missed the train. If he hadn’t held her back, she would have made it on board!

He looked at her with confusion. Anger surged through her, and she shot up to her feet, her palm raised for a slap.

His colleagues stepped back, especially the woman who had been absent earlier.

“What’s your problem, Miss?” the woman snapped.

“It’s your fault!” she shouted at Wulfric’s face. He had done nothing to help raise their children and was now causing her this trouble.

“You’re crossing the line, Miss.” The woman pushed her again, raising her hand as if to slap her, but Wulfric caught her wrist. The woman was taken aback. She tried to protest, but Wulfric gave her an intimidating look that silenced her. Cowering like a chastised dog, she still shot Liz a sharp look from the corner of her eye.

“What’s the problem?” Wulfric asked her.

“You are the problem! It’s your fault… I missed the train.”

“You shouldn’t blame your negligence on others, Miss. You stepped out even knowing the train was about to leave.”

Her fists clenched.

“I don’t understand why you’re throwing a tantrum when you can just take another train.”

She wanted to scream in his face that this wasn’t the issue. But she held herself back; given his callous behavior, he didn’t deserve to meet the twins. He might not even accept them.

Frustrated, she turned her back on him, tears of irritation welling up in her eyes.

She returned to her spot and waited for the call.

For two hours, she patiently waited, though she could hardly sit still. The soles of her shoes were worn from pacing back and forth at the customer service desk.

“What? Why haven’t you found them?!” she yelled again when they informed her that security hadn’t seen any children matching the descriptions she provided.

"NICK, HOW ABOUT DINNER AT MY PLACE?"

Wulfric quickly pulled his arm away as Idella wrapped herself around him, pressing her ample chest against him and rubbing provocatively.

"I have a meeting," he replied flatly.

"You just came from Louisiana. Come on, take a break at my place. I promise you'll feel relaxed.”

Once more, he removed her hands as she attempted to embrace him again. With an irritated look, he placed his hands on his hips, glaring down at her.

"Let’s get this straight, Idella. I have no interest in banging you. You’re not my type."

Her mouth fell open, and her eyes glistened with surprise. But he couldn’t care less. Women like her needed to be told directly, otherwise, they’d get used to it and he’d end up being the one inconvenienced later on.

"W-What?"

Idella was undeniably beautiful, he admitted. But she couldn’t ignite his sex drive—just like every other woman who had tried to seduce him. Ever since ‘that night’, his libido had been dead.

"You heard me. Now, get out of my sight. You’re starting to irritate me."

He easily dodged her attempt to slap him.

Idella lips trembled as he took an intimidating step closer. "Try that again, and I’ll cut your hands off."

She was speechless, so he turned his back on her.

"I’m not your type, huh?!" she shouted mockingly. "Or is it because you’re gay?"

She wasn’t the first woman to accuse him of that. Every time a woman failed to stir his desire; they would throw it in his face as if to bruise his ego.

Wulfric had tried!

But every time he attempted to show any interest, he’d always find himself comparing them to ‘that’ woman. Until eventually, he’d lose interest, and either went home or buried himself in work.

That woman had given him an unforgettable night. For days, her face had haunted him as he moved over her—the memory replaying in his mind. Those lustful lips, those innocent eyes, the soft gasps she made...

"D amn it!" he cursed under his breath, releasing heavy breaths as he leaned his head under the running shower, hands running over his aching manhood.

In his mind, he could see the woman’s black hair tousled across his bed, her dark cat-like eyes… those naturally red, kissable lips…

His mouth fell open, and he slammed a hand against the tiled wall, continuing to pump his hand up and down. “Elizabeth. Fuck. Ahhh. Shit!”

A load of cum spilled onto the floor, mingling with the dripping water from the shower.

He wrapped a towel around his lower body before stepping out of the bathroom. His feet came to a halt in front of the mirror.

He glanced down at his side, trailing his gaze to his back. The ink etched on his skin managed to hide the scars. But it could never erase the wounds inflicted upon him. Years later, they still lingered in his mind—the begging shouts and cries of pain… he would never forgive!

“Hello, Sir. Mr. Wolkzbin is waiting for you in his office,” the secretary at Southshire Train Station greeted him.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and nodded. He gestured that he would take the call upon seeing who was calling.

“What is it?”

It was his secretary on the other line. “Sir, Mr. Bently’s assistant called. He wants to talk to you about something personal. Should I fit him into your Friday meetings?”

“What’s the issue? Is the money sent to the hospital not enough?”

“I made sure that old Bently’s treatments were ongoing. Mr. Eldridge didn’t mention what he wanted to discuss; he insisted on speaking to you privately.”

He instructed the secretary to schedule a time for Eldridge.

Wulfric was about to walk back when he caught the gaze of a pair of gray eyes belonging to twins.

They held eye contact for a moment before one of them looked away, recognition flickering across the little girl’s face.

“He is our daddy!” they exclaimed in unison.

Nikolaus Wulfric stood frozen as the two of them quickly ran over and wrapped their arms around his legs.

The little girl beamed up at him, her gums showing in a wide grin. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up.

“Daddy, we found you!”