Adrian's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, still confronting him.
His thin lips tightened into a sharp, cold arc, as if someone owed him billions.
No, it's not just billions!
He remained silent, exuding coldness from every pore.
He gave Uncle Andrew a cold glance, then stood up, went straight upstairs, and entered the study to handle business...
Half an hour later, Adrian, who didn't handle any business, stood up irritably and went to the window.
Outside in the endless night, the shadows of those two twins flashed before his eyes.
The two little ones were frowning, angrily looking at him and speaking in turns.
"Look how much we resemble you; we're your kids, why don't you acknowledge us?"
"You lost your memory and forgot us!"
"You can go for a DNA test, we are your children!"
"You're driving us away; we never want a daddy who doesn't recognize his own children and still drives them away!"
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