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Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler

Chapter 278
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Chapter 278 “…” Cedrick could feel his temples pulsing as his fingers wrapped tightly around his

cutleries. Ollie imitated Miles’ way of fawning to his mom and said gently to Cedrick, “Father, it’s

generous of Aunt Catelyn to not mind your previous engagement with Aunt Maia at all. Don’t annoy her

anymore. Go on and console her, alright? I’d like her to be my mother.”

Since Cedrick did not know the truth, it did not matter even if he called Catelyn his mother.

Cedrick lost his appetite completely.

It was always ‘Catelyn this’, ‘Catelyn that’. Ollie would never stop talking about her! Could he not give

him a break?

He put his cutleries aside and shot Ollie a cold glare. “You want her to be your mother, but would she

agree?”

Ollie knew she was his birth mother, except that Cedrick was not aware of it.

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However, Ollie was well aware of how much Cedrick hated the term ‘legitimate mother’.

He pretended to be disappointed and hung his head low. He then gave Cedrick an encouraging look and

said, “If you never give it a try, Aunt Catelyn will never agree to it, right?”

Cedrick tugged at his necktie. “Why are you giving me a life lecture now?”

“You’re almost thirty. I’m just afraid that you won’t settle down with a good wife, and I won’t have a

mother.”

Finishing his sentence carefully, his little bum nudged across his chair as he quickly slid down and made

a beeline to his room on the second floor, as though afraid Cedrick would be irked by his words,

Cedrick did not know how to respond.

Albert, who was watching this in the corner, was so touched that he almost teared up. His Young Master

Ollie was so introverted when he was younger, but at this moment, he could already hold a conversation

with his father about his marriage!

Kids should never be deprived of love, and Catelyn Clark’s presence greatly changed the father -son

pair’s relationship.

Albert even contemplated asking Catelyn to proactively approach Cedrick.

He then turned to look at Cedrick’s flustered expression and decided to suppress this thought.

Cedrick did not want to talk about Catelyn, but he was somehow distracted at work.

He was putting Catelyn aside, but Catelyn did the same, too.

She was only approaching him for her own agenda after all, huh?

Why did she stop showing up? Was it because she achieved what she wanted, or was she

playing hard to get? “Master Cedrick.”

Charles was reading to Cedrick a research report sent by the marketing team, but even as he finished,

Cedrick did not respond to him. Charles could not help but nudged him.

This was weird; he had never seen Cedrick zoned out at work before.

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With Cedrick’s train of thoughts interjected, he looked up absent-mindedly and said, “Let’s go ahead with

what the marketing manager suggested.”

“Got it.” Charles nodded and pulled out the next document, about to read it to Cedrick However, Cedrick

took out his personal phone from his drawer. It was normal for someone like Cedrick to have a few

phones and devices.

One for business, one for personal matters. He had never let the two get mixed. Charles pretended to

not have seen this and continued reading the document. Cedrick tapped open his conversation with

Catelyn, and his fingertips typed a string of alphabets and characters.

(Was it you who sent Lola to me?)

He finished typing, but he could not bring himself to send it. He paused impatiently and tapped open

Catelyn’s profile. She posted something last night. She made a table full of dishes and even baked

cinnamon rolls. Her photos and captions showed her love and passion for her life. Cedrick’s face was

grim. He deleted the entire text he had typed out in the conversation bar and slammed his phone onto

the table. His entire being reeked of hostility, enough to repel anyone from even talking to him.