Chapter 1168


    Chapter 1168 Weston‘s attention was drawn to the boy as soon as he spoke.


    Because Ste‘s reappearance had been too astounding, he had focused solely on her and Emma. It


    was only now that he noticed the little boy beside Ste.


    The boy seemed to be of the same age as Emma. He also looked almost identical to her, although he


    was evidently much bolder than the girl.


    When the boy noticed Weston‘s gaze, he looked straight at him and fearlessly demanded, “Please give


    my sister back to me!”


    He spoke much more clearly than Emma, though he still uttered each word slowly. He was obviously


    brought up in a bilingual environment because he spoke both English and French fluently, switching


    between the two with ease.


    Weston studied the boy. He already had an idea in mind, but his eyes were perfectly calm, not revealing


    much emotion at all.


    “What‘s your name?” he asked, his voice hoarse.


    Elias frowned and turned to Ste. Then he curled his lips and replied, “I might be a child, but my name


    is still my privacy. I won‘t tell you that so easily!”


    Weston was dumbfounded, but he showed no sign of irritation. In fact, there was a glimmer of a smile in


    his eyes when he asked, “Do you know what privacy means?” “Of course I do!” answered Elias, raising


    his head to look at Weston. “Privacy means something that you don‘t want other people to know!”


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    That was, in fact, not what Ste taught him. The truth was, while it might still be a bit too early for the


    twins, she had indeed instilled the ideas of safety and self defense into their minds. For example, she


    told them that all children had their own privacy and they were forbidden to allow any adult to take off


    their clothes or touch their private parts. She had originally intended it as a way to teach them to protect


    themselves, but Elias had stretched the concept of privacy beyond the private parts of his body. Now


    everything that he did not want to talk about had be a matter of his privacy!


    Elias was a confident and daring boy. He was also a lot cleverer and more obedient than most children,


    so naturally, he had been following Ste‘s advice consistently all along.


    Emma, on the other hand, was timidpared to her brother. Although she was generally obedient too,


    she was easily influenced and provoked, especially when she was left alone, when she would falter


    against her own


    good judgment Ste knew that she couldn’t stay by her children‘s side forever, so she wanted to teach


    them these things early on. She did not want them to be too sheltered, like flowers in a house of ss –


    just as she used to be. She had been so sheltered and protected in her childhood that the first setbacks


    she encounteredpletely shattered her into a thousand pieces. Ste picked Emma up and told


    Weston, “If there‘s nothing else, we‘re leaving now.”


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    Then she turned and walked away.


    Weston‘s brows knitted. Before he could speak, he was suddenly interrupted by Daisy, who until then


    was as good as invisible. “What a surprise!” she eximed. “It‘s been so long since west saw you, Ms.


    Sealey! Who would‘ve thought you‘d have children and they‘d be so grown up!”


    Daisy did her very best to keep herposure, even though her heart was as turbulent as the stormy


    sea.


    “But since you‘re already here,” she continued, “why don‘t you join us for a meal? We‘re all friends here


    and, besides, we‘re all curious about... what happened to you. We‘ll be excited to hear what‘s happened


    thest few years and why... why you‘ve never contacted Mr. Ford.”


    She was all politeness, giving off an air of kindness and generosity.


    Nicole could hardly stand looking at Daisy‘s pretentious facade. She knew that Daisy was clearly jealous


    of her, yet she was acting all friendly for some reason. She, for one, didn‘t care to put up such a fake


    performance. She was no hypocrite.


    “We made a reservation here,” she grumbled with displeasure, “because we wanted to celebrate Mr.


    Ford‘s birthday. We didn‘t n for a dead woman to show up suddenly. If someone like that were to join


    us, I‘m afraid it would take all the fun out of the party...”


    Just as she spoke, she could feel an icy gaze directed at her.


    It was Weston. His eyes had always looked cold and indifferent without a trace of emotion, but right now,


    it was bitingly, piercingly ruthless.


    His thin lips only parted slightly, but the words he spat out were like sharp icy des, “Get out.”


    Two short words, yet the air in the restaurant instantly froze, as if they had been transported into a


    freezer.


    Nicole quickly realized that she had made a huge mistake, regretting her words as soon as she spoke


    them.


    But it was toote to turn back now. She could see that Weston‘s expressions had changed drastically.


    With a face that gradually got paler, she meekly uttered, “I...”


    “Didn‘t you hear me?” Weston barked while unbuttoning the top of his shirt with his long fingers so he


    could get some fresh air and breathe a little more easily. “I said, get  out.”


    “Get out now,” he stressed. “And never ever let me see your face again.”