My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

She didn't want to believe this suspicion of hers, but she couldn't help but ask, "Walter, why do you look so much like Josiah?" "Is it really just because you're a fan of Josiah that you went to see him in the hospital? What's your relationship with Josiah?! And what's your relationship with my mother!" Walter was speechless for a moment, he didn't really know how to answer Freya's words.

He really had no nerve to tell her that he was her real father, but he knew in his heart that even if he didn't say it, Freya had already guessed it.

As expected, without waiting for him to speak, Freya said with a trembling voice again, "Walter, you were with my mother, weren't you? You're Josiah's real father, right?!" She and Josiah were twin siblings, if Walter was his real father, surely he was also her real father.

Freya's body trembled uncontrollably, unable to say whether it was out of anger or hatred.

How could the man who, tand again, tried to put her to death be her real father?! Besides, he was Regina's real father! If he was also her real father, wouldn't she and Regina be half-sisters? The thought made Freya's heart unspeakably sick.

"Freya, | am your and Josiah's father." Walter closed his eyes and slowly opened them again, his face with obvious apprehension and uneasiness, "Freya, | have not done any fatherly duty to you and Josiah, | have even hurt you, | am not worthy to be your father, but Freya, | still hope you can givethe chance to make it up to you, letdo my fatherly duty." "Freya, | hurt you, when | did those things, | didn't even know that you were my daughter. If | knew that you were mine and Bernice's child, | wouldn't have hurt you a bit!" "Freya, | was wrong, | regret it afterwards. | know you hate you and don't want to see me, but please can you giveanother chance. | promise, | will be the best father in this world!" Freya looked away hastily as she struggled to lift her face and look up at the sky to keep her tears from dripping down.

In fact, compared to Maximus, Walter was really good already.

Now, in her heart, she was completely relieved of Maximus's hurts, he was not her real father, those hurts were just brought to her by an insignificant person.

She also wanted, like other children, to be loved by her own father, but the thought that this man before her was also Regina's father made her feel indescribably resistant.

It seemed like a century had passed before Freya slowly spoke, "Walter, you are Regina's father." No matter how much she longed for her father's love, she would never share the sfather with Regina.

She and Regina, in this life, could only be incompatible, how could they be sisters by blood! "Walter, if you want to show the fatherly love in you, find Regina, | don’t want it!" "Maximus is not my father, and you are not my father either! It's enough forto have a mother, | don't need a father and I can still live a good life!" Freya placed the large bouquet of lilies in front of Bernice's grave, which was her favourite flower when she was alive. She glanced sideways and found that what Walter had just placed in front of the grave was also a bouquet of lilies.

Looking at the lilies with fresh dew drops on them, Freya could not help but be stunned, followed by deeper sarcasm in her heart.

"Walter, | don't know what kind of story you had with my mother, but there is one thing that | can be sure of. It was you who failed my mother! If you were truly good to my mother and you were devoted to her, how could she leave you without hesitation after she was pregnant!" "Walter, you didn't treat my mother well when she was alive, and now that she's gone, you cto her grave and pretend to be affectionate. What's the point of you doing that, other than to diabolize her?!" Walter was once again silenced by Freya. She was right, no matter how much he wanted to make up for the mistakes he had made, what was the point?! If he had been more cautious and had not let Gracie get away with it, if he had been less filial and had decisively refused to marry him and Gracie, and had taken his beloved girl away from the Wells family, how could his beloved girl have been driven into a desperate situation! After Bernice's death, he obeyed his mother and father's orders and married Gracie, who was already pregnant, but because of their persecution of Bernice, he completely separated himself from his parents, whom he had always revered.

Because of his disgust that Gracie used that unseemly means to conceive his child, he had not touched her for over twenty years after the marriage.

Only the silhouette of Bernice stayed in his dream. He missed her so much, but never saw her again.

Walter lowered his eyelids gloomily, he didn't know how to explain to Freya, he could only confess over and over again, "Freya, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to your mother and I'm sorry to you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." It took almost all of Freya's strength to continue to look cold and detached.

She thought that she would hate Regina's father, the man who had hurt her over and over again, and that she would never be able to forgive in any way.

But thinking that he was not only Regina's father, but also her long-awaited real father, and listening to his confession, her heart could not help but becvery warm and tender.

She didn't want to open her mouth to say forgiveness to Walter, much less accept him as her father, but with such stubbornness, she really didn't know how much longer she could hold on.

"Walter, stop pretending here! Don't appear in front ofin the future, and don't appear in front of Josiah either, we both don't want a father like you!" After saying these words, Freya turned around decisively and walked quickly towards the outside of the cemetery.

She was afraid that if she walked slower, she would not be able to control her soft heart and tell Walter that, in fact, she had always longed for her father's love.

As Freya had just turned the corner and walked up a path, a man dressed in a black tracksuit with a mask rushed out from a side fork. He raised a white bottle and threw its contents viciously at her.

Walter's movements were faster than Freya's, he quickly stepped in front of her, shielding her so well that the contents of the man's bottle splashed all over him.