All Chapters of Hiding the Twins from Their Billionaire Father: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kara's crying suddenly subsided. After drying her face with the blanket, she sat up. “What's wrong, Frank?” The man could see traces of tears on her red cheeks. He also caught the vibration in her voice. However, as if he didn't know anything, he stepped in and closed the door. "Earlier ... you asked about the reason I love you," Frank walked with his head bowed. When he arrived at the bedside, he looked up and smiled. "Do you know why?" Kara blinked stiffly. A few seconds ago, she was still thinking about Finnic. Now, her brain was dominated by the boss. The transition was too fast for her to anticipate. "Why?" With a minimal curve of his lips, Frank sat on the edge of the bed. “To be honest, I'm confused too. You remember? The first time you came to Savior, we were like cats and dogs. I always feel annoyed by you. You always have a way to offend and raise my blood.” While reminiscing, Kara smiled too. “I did plan to irritate you, so you can fire me immediately.” “I think that'

"Miss Hall?" Kara sighed with her eyes open to the maximum. As she sat up, the blanket was accidentally uncovered. Frank's arm which was still around her waist was revealed. Seeing that, Isabela's blood boiled even more. "You shameless girl! How dare you sleep with my future husband?" Isabela’s fists instantly turned into claws, ready to attack. However, seeing a servant come to bring her order, she immediately grabbed the cup and took it towards Kara. "You cheap woman!" She poured the hot tea to her. Luckily, Frank was quick enough to lift the blanket. Not a single drop of the hot tea touched Kara. "Are you crazy? You want to send her to the hospital with blisters?" Frank snapped, clenching his jaw. "She deserves it! If necessary, she might as well die. Let her burn in hell." Frank snorted at the curse. "Why are you here so early? Making a fuss? Do you want to see your family’s company destroyed by hellfire?" Isabela trembled at such a harsh rebuke. Holding her courage as tigh

"Louis and Emily haven't called yet?" Frank asked quietly. Kara turned to the pantry door. Seeing the CEO smile sadly, her eyebrows lowered even more. "Not yet. Looks like they're mad at me." Frank nodded. As he stepped in, he checked Kara's lunch. The salad was still intact. "Want to eat with me? I've finished negotiating with the client." Kara shook her head wearily. Seeing that lackluster gesture, Frank's heart became even sadder. "Kara ...." He placed his hand on her shoulder. "I'm so sorry I dragged you into this. Kids shouldn't be mad at you." Kara fell silent. She couldn't lie if her heart wasn't healed by those words. Frank's tongue was getting numb. He could not bear the guilt any longer. "Kara, I promise, I will fix this. I will apologize to your mother and the children, explaining that they shouldn't be angry with you." Kara still didn't answer. Her head remained bowed with furrowed eyebrows. Frank pulled a chair and sat next to her. Gently, he lifted her chin so th

Kara still faced the door. Her vision was blurry. The tears couldn't stop flowing. ‘What will Frank do? Can he handle all this chaos?’ Sighing in resignation, Kara turned around, about to check on the twins. However, before she had time to move from her position, the door to Susan's room opened. "Mom?" Kara swallowed hard. Through a movement of her head, Susan signaled her to come in. Kara complied. "You cried for that jerk?" Susan asked as she walked towards the chair. When she turned around, she continued, “Why?” Kara tried to catch her breath. Her head moved to match the rhythms. “I don't know, Mom. The thought just came to me, just like this feeling. I do not understand too." “Come to your senses, Kara. That man has ruined your life. He's already left you. You still dare to pin your hopes on him?” Kara bit her lip. She didn't know what the right answer was. When she saw her mother sigh in disappointment, she finally chose honesty. "Mom, you once said that I don't have to

“Are they asleep yet?” Frank muttered from the door. His eyes looked teary as they wandered through the sky-colored room. Tonight, he should be sitting there—near the twins—reading a fairy tale or a technology article, instead of lamenting. With languid steps, he turned to the next room. When his gaze fell on the fluffy blanket that Emily usually hugged, the pressure in his chest was no longer unbearable. His breath began to rumble and his hands clenched into tight fists. ‘If only Isabel hadn't messed up, the kids would still be laughing with me. Now, they won't even look at me.’ With his eyes closed, Frank tried to calm the turmoil in his heart. At that moment, the phone in his pocket rang. Seeing his assistant's name on the screen, he answered silently. “Report, Sir. I've taken care of everything. The news will be published tomorrow, exactly at seven in the morning.” That's the time people go to work. They would listen to the radio in the car, browse social media on the commut