Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love

“What? Are you very shocked to see me? Or you don’t want to see me again?”

Emilia asked and sneered.

“You look great. Have you recovered yet?”

Oscar paused shortly and spat out flatly. Emilia then sat down on a couch.

She stared at her father for a while and make a mockery of himself, laughing.

"Today, you are nice to me. You suddenly lighten up or someone has taught you? You used to not care about me before. But I heard that you tried to help me when I was hospitalized. You seem to worry about me. It makes me surprised.”

“You are my daughter. I am supposed to care about you.”

Hearing this, Emilia inevitably gave a snatch of laughter.

“You know what. When I was little, I was always curious about why Aston’s parents would hug him, play with him, and give him surprises. But you never hugged me, and even smiled at me. At that time, I felt like I might do something wrong to make you unhappy, so I tried hard to be obedient and learn all kinds of stuff. I guessed I was not smart and good enough. I blamed it all on myself and swore to myself that one day I will make you proud."

"But I have been working hard for years, and you still don't want to see me. You didn't even visit me on my birthday. It's always your secretary who tells me that you have gotten me some gifts. I don't feel the love at all. I don't like those gifts either. I want to discuss it with you, but I can’t even get in touch with you. Even if you answer my call, you always hang it up really quick. I don’t understand. Is this what you call love?”

“About what happened to Margie, I can understand it now. I am her stepdaughter. She doesn't like me and even hates me over these years. I call totally understand her. But you, you are my father, aren't you? I doubt it. Do we need to do a paternity test?”

As Emilia finished her words, Oscar, who sat on his chair, stared at her for a long while. In the end, he answered her.

“There is no doubt that we are father and daughter. You can’t doubt it.”

"That's absurd, then. If you don't like me, I can understand. I know not every parent likes their kids. You don’t have to like me even if I am good. It’s common to be biased. But you don’t have other kids. I used to think that perhaps things just won’t go the way I want. I accept it. I understand it.”

“But after what happened to Margie, I became the daughter of your loved one. I was given birth through surrogate pregnancy. You put effort into it. I don't know why you did it. Maybe you are trying to have a daughter with your loved one. But for me, as your daughter, you have been neglecting me. I just don't get it. So, even if I am not cured, I still need to be here and want you to answer me in person."

“As long as you answer me, I will go and meet Margie one more time, and then I will take the treatment as told. I will not bother you anymore after all that stuff. You don’t want me. You don’t want to see me. I am totally fine with it. I want you to tell me the truth in person now. Why have you been so indifferent to me? Is it merely because I am quite alike my biological mother?”

inside her for over all these years. She learned very little about the truth. She could understand Margie didn’t like her and took avenge on her in the end, but she couldn’t understand her biological father had

she would allow it to pass. But now, she had become the daughter of his loved one, he still treated

done four silly things in my

time, Oscar moved

Margie. She saved my life. I loved her. I even neglected her rejection. I thought she was

I found out Margie was not the woman I looked for, I forced

to give birth to you through

was to not divorce

ruined Margie’s life and my life

ruined your

the beginning, for she knew Oscar was

that he answered her question, then it

for a few seconds and realized what it

Emilia began taunting him.

silliest thing in the world. You noticed you have done something stupid, but you keep yourself busy

one of the stupid things you did, and

got to her

all these years, why do you keep doing

up around me and make her become Ms. Powell. In that case, she can’t

tell her all about

and Oscar

told her or

the reason why you don’t like me. You can’t just make me vanish. I am the cause that you can’t get back to her. But I still don’t

just a dream. I wake up until it

Emilia whirled around

another word, or even talking or gesturing to Ivan who was waiting for her out of the office, she directly marched

up and took

them got into the car. She abruptly

minutes, she wailed bitterly, panting and shaking. And Ivan