Crestview Hospital.
Dominic Hawke and Bea were brought to the hospital by their bodyguard after school.
"Daddy."
The two little ones walked up to the bed and called out "Daddy" in unison to George Harris, their faces full of worry.
George Harris glanced at the two little ones and responded with a faint "hmm."
His gaze fell on Elara Don, who was peeling an apple, "Elly, these are our sons, right? I'm really something, getting you pregnant with two at once. Once I'm feeling a bit better, let's keep trying for two more."
Elara Don exerted a little too much force while peeling the apple, nearly cutting her finger.
She looked up at George Harris with a glance, unable to suppress her repulsion.
The man's words were crude and unrefined, nothing like what a nobleman's son would say.
Did this fall really knock all his original personality out of him?
Elara Don suppressed her doubts and sliced the apple, bringing it to the bedside.
"Charlie, Bea, have some fruit."
"Oh."
