Surprised Wife With Twins
480 Has She Been Wrong?

"What could they be?" Aubree looked at the delicate little boxesexpectantly.

"Grandma, can you tell us a story first?" Alfie said mischievously, hidingthe gift box behind him, “I'll give it to you after!"

"Yes, grandma, tell us a story, please!" Diana was very sweet, "Alfieand I had a hard time sleeping without your bedtime story."

"Yes, we didn't fall asleep until very late."

Aubree stared at the two little cute children, a warm current slowlyflowing in her heart.

A kind smile appeared on her face, and she agreed to Alfie and Diana'srequest.

"Once upon a time, there were three cute little pigs, and they all wantedto build a beautiful house..."

After about ten minutes, the story was over. Alfie and Diana listenedcarefully and clapped happily.

"Can I have the presents now?" Aubree asked, stretching out herhands.

"Okay!" Alfie and Diana handed the gifts over obediently.

"But grandma, don't open them now!" Alfie and Diana pressed her handholding the gift boxes, and said in different voices, "You can open itonly when you're back to your room!"

So mysterious.

Aubree smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Then they ate mangoes while chatting.

Looking at Alfie and Diana's innocent looks, Aubree couldn't help butask, "What do you guys think of me?"

Alfie and Diana looked at each other. They had to answer carefully.Afraid that her question was too abstract for the children to understand,Aubree asked again, "Am I bad?"

"No!" Diana said without even thinking about it. "You're not bad at all!We love it when you tell us stories. You must have read tons of books!"“You're very kind, and you are beautiful when you smile!" Alfie said. “Ilove your smile!"

"You're very beautiful,” Diana added. "I've seen the grandmothers of myclassmates, and none of them is as good-looking as you! You're ingood shape and you look good in everything you wear!"

Aubree knew that she had to thank Jennifer for that.

Aubree never thought that she could get rid of the mask and talk topeople so calmly. She had never thought that she still had the chanceto walk out of Kelsington Bay.

Suddenly, she was grateful to Jennifer.

And she found her scene of existence from the children.

“You are very knowledgeable!"

"You are very kind!"

"You love us!"

"You are the best grandma in the world!"

"Grandma, we love you!"

“I love you too..." Aubree smiled, with a few drops of tears in her eyes.The gifts the two children gave her were two handwritten letters, withsome mistakes in the spelling.

The handwriting was neat. They put a lot of effort into it.

Alfie and Diana wrote their sincere thoughts, mentioned how difficult ithad been for Jennifer to bring them up, and also mentioned theirlongings for a family.

They also expressed how much they love Aubree.

Aubree took out the letters when Alfie and Diana took a nap. She readthem in front of the window of her bedroom, again and over again. Shedidn't want to put them down.

The immature yet neat handwriting, together with every word theywrote, brought tears to her eyes.

She couldn't remember when was the last time someone confessed toher like this.

Sitting down at the dresser, Aubree folded the letters and put them inthe drawer. Her eyes fell on the album, she could not help but reachout.

Inside were the pictures Catherine took for her. It was the first set ofphotos she took after her scars were healed. Catherine spent a longtime taking photos that day.

It was the first time that Aubree had the courage to face the cameraand smile confidently for decades.

In absolute silence, she flipped through the photos one by one and athought emerged in her mind for the first time.

Has she been wrong all this time?

If she didn't insist on matching Ivan and Catherine, would things bedifferent to this day?

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