There was a flash of anger in Madison's eyes, then she glanced at me guiltily and finally spoke in a low voice.
"I called Caesario, but his phone is turned off."
When the staff came out carrying two urns of ashes, the old man tried to take them with trembling hands.
I took the lead in holding the urns in my arms, my eyes empty as I spoke.
"Leave it to me, they are my children."
Leander wanted to say something, but I fell to my knees in front of him.
"Grandpa, your kindness to me is greater than a mount, but they are my own son and daughter, I beg you ...."
When I said this, my throat felt a little tight, but I still held back my sobs and spoke softly.
"They are my own. In this life, they will not be buried in the Roberts' tomb, nor will they be members of the Roberts."
Leander frowned lightly and Madison held him, looking at me with a look full of heartache.
"Okay, Serena, you are the mother of the children, it's up to you to decide."
I looked at Caesario’s sister with gratitude, walked out of the funeral home holding the two urns and went straight home.
I also wanted to take the children's things away. I did not want any trace of them to remain in that cold house.
Just as I pushed open the door, a rustling sound came into my ears.
"Oh, don't do this. I just got pregnant and he doctor told me to be careful."
The man's voice was filled with a hoarseness of lust.
"Okay, okay, I'll be careful. Don't worry, I won't hurt our precious child."
After a moment, the enchanting sounds of men and women filled the entire living room.
They were making love in the master bedroom. I could not go in to pack up my things right now, so I could only stand there in a daze, listening to the sound of their lovemaking.
I did not know how long it took, but the two finally came out of the master bedroom.
His childhood sweetheart, Emma Nolte had a smug look on her face, but her words were affected.
"Oh, Serena, when did you come back? It's all Caesario's fault. He said the kids were all in kindergarten and insisted on bringing me back. I'm sorry, Serena."
Caesario walked out from behind her and put his arm around her waist.
"What's the point of telling her this? What right does she have to ask about what's going on between us?"
"Alright, let's go. Aren't you hungry?"
From beginning to end, Caesario's gaze never fell on me for a moment.
I moved aside to make way for them.