All Chapters of Hiding the Twins from Their Billionaire Father: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Barbara lowered Melanie's hand from her shoulder. Her tears thickened. "What do you think of me? A daughter? But why don't you love me unconditionally, like other mothers?" Unexpectedly, Melanie burst out laughing. The corners of her lips twitched disdainfully. "You believe other mothers love their children without expecting anything in return?" While raising her eyebrows, Melanie slowly shook her head. "You're wrong, Dear. Other parents just never say it. Everyone considers children an investment. We didn't raise you for free. Of course you have to repay our services. Especially you ...." Melanie stroked Barbara’s cheek. "In your entire life, have I ever failed to grant your wishes? I’ve always complied with all your requests. Where else can you find a parent as good as me?" Barbara's breath started to rumble. Her hands clenched into fists gripping her dress. "Is this the reason you always pamper me? So you can ask for rewards and I don't have a reason to be free?" Melanie purs

Morris nodded. He raised his hand pointing to the empty seat. “Could you please sit quietly, Ma’am? I can't focus on reading if you're standing all the time.” Melanie quickly took her position. With her hands on her lap, she put on a smile that looked scary. “Please continue, Sir.” “As we know, the late Rowan Harper had many assets, including property.” Frank's brow furrowed. “Sorry, Mr. Morris. Hadn't my grandfather sold all his property last year? As far as I know, Grandpa switched it to stocks.” Louis' mouth suddenly rounded. “No wonder Mommy has a lot of shares. It turns out Grandpa bought it from the sale of all his apartments!” Morris smiled at Louis's chatter. "Not all. There are two left. In N City and K City.” Melanie's eyes suddenly lit up. As far as she could remember, the apartment his father-in-law owned was never small. “Are those two apartments for me?” "Based on this will, Melanie Harris is entitled to the apartment in N City with one condition." Morris emphasiz

Barbara froze. Her eyes slowly traced the hand. Finding Philip's flat expression, she grimaced. "Since when were you there?" Philip slipped his handkerchief into the girl's grasp. "Since a few seconds ago. So, Mr. Harris allowed you to stay overnight?" Barbara blinked. While looking away, she nodded. "Yes." Her hand gripped Philip's handkerchief tighter. After hesitating, she finally patted her cheek with the soft cloth. Philip secretly put on a thin smile. "Actually, there's something I want to talk to you about." Barbara glanced awkwardly. "What?" Suddenly, Philip sat beside her. Their arms accidentally touched. Before Barbara had time to move, the man asked, "Are you angry because I took the apartment from your mother?" Barbara’s eyes spontaneously widened. She turned slightly until their knees collided. "Why do you ask that?" Philip pursed his lips. His lungs felt full. "When Mr. Morris stated the final decision, you didn't smile. I even saw your brows furrow slightly."

Once again, Melanie launched an attack. Her move was faster. However, Philip still managed to catch her wrist. "Come to your senses, Madam. What you are doing is a crime. You could really go to jail." Hearing the word she hated the most, Melanie's breath became louder. Her lips twitched, her eyes dimmed. "If I have to end up in prison, you have to end up in hell. Therefore, give up!" Melanie mustered all her strength. She pushed the knife with both hands. Philip had no other choice but to defend. He couldn't possibly fight back. After all, Melanie was his boss's family, the mother of the woman he liked. "Stop it, Madam. You'll only hurt yourself," Philip whispered, thinly. "No way!" Melanie kept pushing. However, the knife did not move forward in the slightest. Annoyed, she tried to step back, but Philip had already locked her wrists. "Let go!" She started to struggle. Philip shook his head. "No. As long as the knife is still in your hand, I won't let go." Melanie's shoulder

Meanwhile, in another place, someone also said a prayer sincerely. "Please God, make the operation successful. Make the operation successful." Philip kept muttering those words. His hands were pressed together, supporting his forehead which felt so heavy. He didn't care if Frank and Kara heard. He just wanted his prayer to be answered. "He must be very restless. It's been two hours." Kara blinked in pity. Frank stroked his wife's shoulder. "It'll be finished soon." Right after Kara nodded, the operating room door opened. Rony came out with a tired face. "Doctor," Philip rushed over to Rony, "how is Barbara?" Frank and Kara also got up from their chairs, standing beside Philip. "How is it, Rony?" "The operation went smoothly." Kara immediately smiled and glanced at Frank. However, Philip still listened carefully. "Then how is she?" Philip emphasized the question earlier. "Her condition is stable. However, she is still under anesthesia. Wela is accompanying her inside. We wil