Sweet Twins novel Chapter 67

Judging from the stern grimace on her face, it was evident that Angelina couldn't accept the fact that Nancy had a baby.

This news had hit at the most critical moment––right when she had just begun to change her impression of the woman.

Now that the cat was out of the bag, she would never let her son date a woman who already got knocked up by someone else.

"Since you didn't know, you should just leave the rest to me. You better not tell grandfather about it, understand?" Charles knew that his grandfather was even more draconian than his mother in matters of marriage.

With his traditional perspective, the old man sincerely believed that the wealthy should only marry for sheer interest rather than love. Romantic feelings, for him, were out of the discussion when choosing a partner.

"Of course, I can't let your grandfather know. You know how he'll react with this! So you can't definitely go out with this woman anymore. After this matter is settled, you should immediately ask her to leave our home. I don't want to see her again." A hint of panic could be traced from Angelina's voice as she said that.

She didn't care whether Nancy was beautiful or not. It just didn't matter now that the truth about her had been revealed. If Angelina would let Charles date her, it could threaten his son's position as the CEO.

Therefore, there was no way in hell she'd let her stay in their home.

Meanwhile, Fannie was celebrating the situation, glaring at Nancy with a sly smug and proud look on her face.

'Silly sister! Silly sister! You will never have your dream of marrying a rich man.

The ugly duckling could never be a swan!' she thought to herself, almost bursting into a diabolic only if the current set up permitted her to.

Although Nancy was placed in such a grave situation, she still bore a calm expression. After all, she had no extravagant hope of marrying Charles.

"Don't worry, Mrs. Fu. I'm not going to stay here. I'll leave by myself when this is over," Nancy uttered in a reassuring tone, slightly bowing her head to hide the embarrassment she was feeling.

"Okay, I hope you keep your promise."

"Take Fannie to the basement," Charles commanded in a distant tone. His mother might be strict at times, but he still had the liberty to do whatever he pleased––so long as it would not tarnish their family reputation.

"Go on!" Hiram almost yelled, pushing Fannie to start moving.

But before she could take a step, Fannie glared at Nancy one last time and threatened, "If I die, I would certainly not let you off."

"I won't let you die. As long as you tell me where my child is, I'll ask Charles to let you go," Nancy responded nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

"Well, as long as you hand over your mother's shares, I will tell you the whereabouts of your child. Are you willing to do that?" Fannie asked proudly.

All this time, she was really after the money of Nancy's mother!

When Nancy didn't utter a word, and Charles sneered, Hiram aggressively pulled Fannie into the basement.

"Nancy, follow me," Charles suggested, suddenly stopping on his tracks.

He was afraid that if he left her alone, his mother would make things difficult for her.

And smart as she was, Nancy knew how awkward the situation would be, so she followed him.

It took the four of them more than a minute to reach the basement of Charles' house.

As soon as they reached the underground, Hiram gave a hard kick on Fannie's right leg. He had wished to do this ever since out of his sheer irritation to the woman.

With the slightly immense impact, Fannie was forced to kneel on the floor.

But even with the seething pain, she still managed to break into wild laughter. "Nancy, I've been prepared. I won't tell you where your child is even if I die," she announced, glaring at the latter with her most savage eyes.

"Fannie, why do you even bother yourself?" Nancy sighed helplessly. She didn't understand how this woman could exert so much effort and time to cause someone trouble.

"Oh, come on! Don't pretend to be kind, Nancy. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even be here!" Resentment was painted all over her face. It was as if she had been refrained from getting all the things she wanted.

"You..." Nancy struggled to find the right words to say. She couldn't figure out what sort of bizarre thoughts had been circulating on her sister's mind.

She was her sister, so how could she even think of killing her?

Was it just because of the shares and the money?

Were these things more important than family?

If they were, then Fannie was indeed inherently greedy and evil. But was this how Nancy was like?

Ever since she was young, Fannie had been the laughing stock of most of her classmates for being a mistress' child. Because of this, she grew up feeling inferior to most people, especially to Nancy––the legitimate child. So, she hated her half-sister with all her might, even promising to make her life a living hell.

That was why she did everything to cause her so much trouble.

While Fannie spent her time scowling at Nancy with her sharp eyes, Charles pulled a chair for the latter.

With a smile, Nancy sat down and focused on Fannie.

Charles then lit a cigarette, took a drag on it before handing it to Hiram.

Understanding the former's gestures, Hiram took the cigarette and puffed on it. Smokes flared as the stick burned in fiery red.

And while he held it on one hand, he slowly walked to Fannie and lowered his head to level her gaze.

Frightened, she took a step back and screamed, "What are you doing? What the hell do you think you're doing?! Stop! Don't come any closer!"

Now bending down fully, Hiram put the cigarette close to her face.

"Tell us where the child is," he ordered gloomily, obviously trying to threaten the woman.

"Does this have anything to do with you? Nancy is just an ordinary woman. She doesn't deserve your help!" Fannie couldn't understand why Charles would pay other women no attention. They were prettier, richer, and even more deserving than her half-sister!

Wasn't he even the least fazed knowing that Nancy already had a child?

"It's none of your business. You just need to tell us where the child is, or else..." Hiram warned her, lightly tapping her right cheek.

The scent of lit cigarette penetrated her nose, much to her discomfort.

"Ah!" Fannie screamed, "I don't know. I know nothing. Don't ask me!"

With a frown, Charles growled and ordered, "Hiram, leave a mark on her face."

"Yes, sir!" Hiram agreed, and in just a few seconds, a hissing sound was heard. A wisp of white smoke rose from Fannie's face. And as the situation became graver for her, she shouted, "No, please don't! Oh my god! Please don't! I'm disfigured!"

She shook her head and shouted hoarsely with her eyes closed. Evident on her face was the look of fright and horror.

But even with that, Charles felt no sense of mercy at all. Instead, he just looked at her indifferently while his eyebrows tightly knitted.

As for Nancy, even though she hated her sister, she had never wished such a brutal scene for her. In fact, she felt nervous, just being in the basement with them.

Charles was known to be an icy and ruthless man. Nancy finally witnessed this side of him.

"Fannie, tell me where the child is," Nancy demanded anxiously, hoping that her sister would get back to her senses and gauge that she was in no position to bargain. She knew that her sister was arrogant, unreasonable, and spoiled, but she had always valued her own face. Would she really risk disfiguring her face at the expense of hiding her child's whereabouts?

If so, her jealousy was undoubtedly off the roof!

In fact, just by looking at her, Nancy could tell that Fannie was afraid of it. She just didn't want to bow down and show her weakness.

"Why? Why on earth do you treat me like this? You are no one! I am better than you!" Fannie spat those words directed at Nancy while tears began rolling down her face.

"If you don't tell me the truth, I'll kill you!" Hiram had lost his patience entirely and continued, "Give me a pair of pliers, and I'll pull out her teeth."

Soon enough, a pair of pliers was placed on his hand.

Hiram held the cigarette in his mouth, squinting coldly before playing with the pliers.

At this moment. Nancy discreetly glanced at Charles but saw his stoic and expressionless face.

"Okay, okay! I tell you!" At the mere sight of pliers, Fannie eventually decided to compromise.

"Fannie, if you're gonna lie to me, you'd better think about the consequences. My boss is not as good-tempered as Miss Ning. Once he finds out that you are lying, he may kill you," Hiram threatened, flashing a smug before puffing the cigarette again.