Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler
Chapter 403

Chapter 403

Janice's face turned pale as she looked at Cedrick with a myriad of emotions and traces of doubts.

"Ceddy, are you certain that Catelyn's son is yours?"

"I have no reason to lie to you," Cedrick answered straightforwardly.

Janice wanted to stop Cedrick, but the words were stuck in her throat.

If Cedrick was telling the truth...he was, and had to be, responsible for Catelyn.

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Catelyn, too, must have suffered plenty, having to raise the child on her own. It made sense why Cedrick always looked at Catelyn differently.

The most anticipated wedding of the year ended in utter chaos, and the guests continued with their fiery discussions and gossip. Some were discussing Catelyn's identity, while some gossiped about Miles, who came out of nowhere. Catelyn had vanished from the public eye for four whole years, and her name was slowly forgotten within the socialite circle, what more her son. Some people even talked about how Ollie, the spoiled young master, might lose the attention he had to Miles. Little did anyone know, one of the boys they had been talking about was just hiding in the corner.

It was Ollie, sporting a cute hoodie his size that covered his head, as well as a pair of sunglasses and a face mask.

Beyond the mask, his mouth widened in shock.

He was never kidnapped at all. He came up with that idea only because he did not want Catelyn to leave and, on top of that, to stop the wedding.

He did not expect things to escalate the way they did!

His father had announced to the public that Miles was his son. Did that mean he knew all along? Since when?

There was no sign of him knowing the truth at all!

It all felt surreal to Ollie.

Where was Miles, anyway? Did he not attend Cedrick's wedding?

All the unanswered questions were so overwhelming that Ollie felt like his head could explode.

Of course, Miles would not miss Cedrick and Maia's wedding.

Janice was the one who had ordered him to be released.

At that moment, in a private room on the second floor, two giant-looking bodyguards

guarded the child, making sure that he did not move an inch away from them.

It was the day of the wedding, and they could not risk letting the child out to make a mess out of everything. This was why Cedrick had ordered men to watch over him.

"Ugh..." All of a sudden, Miles crouched with his arms around his abdomen.

The bodyguards exchanged a knowing eye and said, "Young Master, stop acting Master Cedrick had ordered for us to not trust you."

"Mm... My tummy hurts..."

The child's face turned pale as droplets of sweat rolled down his face. He propped himself up with one hand on the ground and knelt on one knee, grimacing.

The bodyguard was unfazed at first, but as they watched how he did not move, and how his breaths quickened. "Ugh... I feel sick. I can't breathe..." whimpered the boy as he tugged on one of the bodyguard's pant legs, his eyes reddened with tears.