Our Billion-Worth Twins

Chapter 29

Chapter 29 Three hours had passed…and then it became six. Eventually, twelve hours passed. During lunch the next day, Cedrick sat in the dining room, and before him was the custom-made wooden table with a beige tablecloth. Placed on the table were at least 20 different types of delicious dishes, and it seemed somewhat empty with only him sitting there. Albert glanced at Ollie’s room upstairs and felt troubled. Ollie was an adorable, shy child who would never cause trouble to others even when he was angry, simply locking himself in his room when it happened. No one knew what Ollie was truly thinking, but he had gone too long without eating since he was punished to stand still for an hour. Worried, Albert tried to talk to Cedrick. “Master Cedrick, please go take a look at Young Master. He’s just three and a half years old! What’ll happen if he starves himself until he gets sick?” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“It’s only been half a day,” Cedrick said casually, “he won’t get sick.” “But he’s your son!” Cedrick’s expression darkened as he stared daggers at Albert. Albert knew that he had crossed the line and dared not say another word. He was left with no other options but to call Maia for help. Maia hurried over soon enough, wearing a sky-blue off-shoulder dress that gave her an elegant appearance. Following her arrival, the refreshing and lasting scent of gardenia filled the air. Surprised, Albert walked up to her and said, “Miss Clark, please help the young master.” Maia gave Albert a reassuring look. As Cedrick’s fiancée, she was confident she could convince both Cedrick and Ollie to back down. She lifted her dress slightly and stepped toward the seat next to Cedrick. “Master Cedrick, Ollie is still a young boy, and it’s only normal that he’ll throw tantrums from time to time. Blame me if you need someone to blame; I’ve failed as your fiancée for not taking good care of Ollie. He

must’ve run out because he was too bored.” She batted her eyelashes in an enchanting fashion and said, “Why don’t you let me talk to him?” Cedrick remained expressionless and did not respond. Taking that as a silent agreement, Albert led Maia to the second floor. Outside Ollie’s bedroom, Maia knocked on the door gently. “Ollie, it’s Aunt Maia. Can you open the door and let me in? I heard from Albert that you had a fight with Master Cedrick. It’s alright, Aunt Maia is here now, so he won’t punish you anymore. “I’ve told the servants in the kitchen to cook your favorite buffalo wings. They smell great, so come on out!” Ollie, however, remained silent. Maia felt a bit embarrassed, but nonetheless suppressed her impatience under Albert’s hopeful eyes and continued, “If you open the door, Aunt Maia can fulfill one wish of yours!” Crash! There was no response from the room, but what they did hear were noises of something breaking inside the room. “Young Master!” Albert called out worriedly, his face tensing out of concern. Just as everyone was unsure of what to do next, Cedrick came. He stared coldly at the closed door before landing a kick on it without a moment of hesitation. The door fell as everyone watched, and the sight of Ollie sprawling on the ground. His face was flushed and his eyes seemed unfocused. He was holding onto a broken drinking glass in his hand, and blood was streaming down his fingers as the broken pieces cut into his flesh. “Dear lord, that’s blood! Young Master is bleeding!” Albert shouted and ran to call the doctor.