After Giving Birth to Twins, I Asked for A Divorce

As she said this, she ignored the guests around her and collapsed into Caedric’s arms, sobbing softly.

"Caedric, what should I do? I really can’t take care of the child on my own."

A flicker of disgust flashed across Caedric’s face and he responded in a cold and heartless tone, "It’s all the baby's fault for being born into the wrong family."

He gently patted Sandra’s back, offering false comfort.

"There, there. I know it hasn’t been easy for you either. If anything happens, it’s just the child’s fate. Don’t be too upset."

The guests around them looked on in astonishment as the two of them embraced in full view of everyone.

My father-in-law’s expression darkened. He shouted angrily, "Ridiculous! How can you neglect a sick child like that? It’s still a life, after all. Once you’ve given birth, you’re responsible. You can’t just walk away."

Without waiting, he called for the driver and the family doctor to come and pick up the child.

Since there were twins in the house, my father-in-law had hired a top pediatric specialist to be on call around the clock.

Sandra stood reluctantly and spoke with an uncertain expression.

"Thank you for your concern. It’s common for children to catch fevers when they’re young. Their immune systems strengthen over time. But today is Elion’s special day, so let’s not bring Victor over and risk infecting him."

As she said that, she cast a condescending, sarcastic glance in my direction.

When I heard that name, I could not help but sneer. "Heh, Victor. As if he wasn’t doomed from the moment he breathed."

Born to a pair of heartless, despicable people. Victor, of all names.

Disgust briefly crossed my father-in-law’s face.

"If something were to happen, it would bring disgrace to the Arclayne Group. Get going now."

To be fair, my parents-in-law were generally upright and principled people. They treated others with decency and kindness. I truly could not understand how they ended up raising a monster like Caedric.

Was it some kind of genetic mutation?

Caedric left the room with large strides, taking Sandra with him.

The mood in the room visibly lightened, though a subtle tension still lingered in the air. A few moments later, the butler stepped in and announced that my family had arrived. My eldest brother entered with a warm smile.

He first greeted my parents-in-law courteously, then came over to me with clear affection.

"Hey, lil sis, you’ve done a great job."

He affectionately ruffled my hair and handed me a document.

"This is the amusement park I’ve gifted to the baby. It’s already been transferred under Elion’s name."

Then, he took out another folder.

"And this is the deed to the villa I’m giving you. Mooncrest Villa."

Everyone in the room looked on with admiration and whispered in awe.

"Miss Mirelin is incredibly generous. He’s spent hundreds of millions."

My eldest brother said with a smile, "My little sister is the only girl in the Mirelin Family. If I don’t spoil her, who else would I spoil? As long as she’s happy, I’m willing to spend as much as it takes."

Just as he was speaking, the butler came over again and called out, "Welcome, Mr. Mirelin."

My second brother walked in with a confident stride, his laughter hearty and loud.

"Where are my precious niece and nephew? Let their uncle have a look at them now."

The nanny brought the babies over and the two brothers leaned in curiously to touch their tiny hands and feet.

"Oh my God, look! Doesn’t he look just like our little sister when she was a baby?"

"Yes, look at that tiny mouth. It curves up just like hers. You can tell he’s going to be a little foodie."

"Oh, see that? He’s sucking on nothing. He must be hungry already."

The two of them looked at the child with wide smiles, their expressions full of joy and warmth.

Not even half an hour later, Caedric and Sandra returned, carrying the other child. Behind them followed the family doctor, his face grave and serious.

Sandra dropped to her knees with a loud thud in front of her father-in-law.

"Mr. Arclayne, please save this child! He... he’s dying."

The entire hall fell silent in an instant. Everyone turned to look at Sandra and the baby in her arms.

I stepped forward, gently lifted the child’s clothing and froze on the spot. The child’s face was blue and his tiny exposed hands had turned purple.

The family doctor stepped forward, his voice filled with regret as he said,

"Mr. Arclayne, we’ve done everything we could. The child’s high fever caused severe pneumonia and ultimately led to lung failure. He no longer shows any signs of life."