Linford gave her a reassuring look, “It’s okay. I got this. You guys should go. Alfred, you stay.”

Cristelle could only leave with Drew and Fritzi, waiting in the guest room.

Cristelle didn’t know what Linford would say, but she was a bit worried. Cody was in her arms, rubbing her cheek with his little cheek, “Mommy, it will be fine.”

Cristelle hummed a yes, losing in her thoughts as she held her twins.

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“Who sent you to my place?” Linford demanded, eyes sharp and cold. Cyrus didn’t want to look weak before this man, but his forehead was covered by a fine film of sweat under Linford’s gaze....