You, Me And Our Genius Twins Chapter 23


    Chapter 23 She Hopes It’s Real


    Aldo looked at him for a long time, and he came to the conclusion that Sebastian was reliable. He’s


    handsome; the most handsome man I’ve ever met. Uncle Sam is the most handsome man in Worrick,


    but Mr. Hart is even more handsome than he is. And he’s really elegant. Other than that, he has a


    sense of justice, but most importantly, he looks at me and Buddy with gentle eyes, just like Mom does.


    It’s like he can be happy just by looking at us two. Fine, I’ll trust him. “Sure.” He looked at Sebastian


    and nodded. “We can stay over at your ce for the time being.”


    Sebastian chortled. So he’s saying they’ll be my guests for now. If they’re happy, they’ll stay, but if


    they’re not, they’ll leave, huh?


    “Okay.” He patted the boy’s head lovingly. “You call the shots, son.”


    Aldo fidgeted and dodged him. “Don’t pat my head. You’ll make me short,” he mumbled.


    Sebastian noticed his ears turning pink, and he smiled. What a softie. So adorable. He patted the boy’s


    head again despite his protests, and he smiled at Madeline. “Pack your things. We’re leaving right now.


    Need my help?”


    “It’s alright.” She hesitated for a moment and bit her lip. “I have something to tell you. You can decide if


    you want to take me and the kids to your father after that.”


    Sebastian nodded. “Tell me.”


    She looked at the ground, and her eyshes fluttered. “My mother… is an illegitimate child.”


    Illegitimate children were looked down upon in Dusktown, and even their children were seen as marks


    of humiliation.


    That woman had abandoned her when she was a child, but still she had to suffer the consequences


    because of her.


    Her uncle, Nigel Taylor, who was also Dan’s father, had two sisters. One, his true sister—Crystal Taylor.


    She was the noble and beloved princess of the Taylors. The other was her mother, the illegitimate child


    Nigel’s father sired with another woman—Cameron.


    As the legitimate son, Nigel despised Cameron. Back when Madeline almost died, Dan pitied her and


    took her back in, much to Nigel’s fury. Nigel had yelled and screamed at his own son for that.


    Dan refused to give in and went against the family despite Nigel’s objection. But Nigel couldn’t win


    against Dan, so he reluctantly took Madeline in. But as she was the child abandoned by an illegitimate


    daughter, she had been suffering under the Taylors.


    Fortunately for her, Sam was a gentle person, and it was all thanks to him that she managed to grow


    up in peace. She didn’t know who Sebastian really was, but judging from his clothes and mannerism,


    she knew he muste from an aristocratic family as well.


    Will someone like him ept my son, whose grandmother is an illegitimate child? Bloodline was


    important for aristocrats. Her son might be important, but Sebastian was young. If he wanted a son, he


    could marry ady from a clean background and sire a few more children. It didn’t necessarily need to


    be her boys.


    “You’re reading too much into it,” he said gently. “Your mother’s the illegitimate child, not you. She


    might be the product of the sin of lust, but you are not. You are legitimate. My father won’t look down on


    you just because of that. And besides…” He took a few papers out of the file and handed them to


    Madeline. “I suspect that you’re not Cameron’s true daughter.”


    “What?” Madeline stared at him in shock.


    “I have to apologize first.” Sebastian nodded at her. “My father sent his men to gather info on you and


    the kids so he can know you guys better.”


    “And?” Madeline didn’t care about that. She had far more important matters to deal with first. “Why did


    you say she’s not my real mother?”


    “Because she’s too cruel to you. She doesn’t treat you like her own daughter. Instead, you’re more like


    an enemy to her.” He pointed at the papers before Madeline. “And look at this. She’s an alcoholic.


    There were a few times—after she was drunk—that she bragged about how lucky her daughter has it,


    and how she’s born to be a princess. She even said she yed the Taylors like a fiddle despite how


    smart they think they are.”


    Sebastian looked at Madeline. “I don’t think you had an exactly princess-esque life in the Taylor


    household, not to mention they don’t acknowledge Cameron. After she divorced her first husband, she


    married a wealthy middle-aged man and cut contact with the Taylors. I don’t think she can y the


    Taylors like a fiddle, unless she did a switcheroo using you and the Taylors’ kid.”


    He took a sheet of paper out from the stack and pointed it out to Madeline. “Look here. Crystal and


    Cameron’s daughter were born on the same day in the same month in the same year, and in the same


    hospital. I suspect that she did a switcheroo using her daughter and Crystal’s. That’s you, by the way.


    You are Crystal’s real daughter, while Crystal’s ‘daughter’—Angie Wendel—is Cameron’s real


    daughter.”


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    Madeline looked at the paper in shocked silence. I-I’m not Cameron’s daughter? I’m their most beloved


    princess’ daughter instead? I-Is this real? She really hoped it was.


    She didn’t care about the Wendels’ wealth. She was just doing it for the boys. She didn’t want her boys


    to be discriminated against because their grandmother was an illegitimate daughter.


    Sebastian said, “If you’re fine with it, I can send these papers to Michael. He’s a smart man. He’ll know


    what I’m talking about once he sees this, and once he does, he’lle here to do a paternity test with


    you.”


    Madeline’s hands were trembling. Michael was the head of the Wendel Family and the richest man of


    Wendel City. She had seen him before. He was a handsome, gentlemanly person. He had style, and


    he cared a lot about his wife and daughter. That strong but gentle person might actually be my father?