Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler
Chapter 772

Chapter 772

"Leave Ceddy, and give up custody of the children. I'll let you reunite with your father," said Draco coldly.

Catelyn's heart skipped a beat, she picked up the photos and responded in the same cold tone, "Aren't you afraid that I'll tell Cedrick about this? If you threaten me with my father, what kind of elder are you?"

"If you're interested in finding that out, go ahead and tell him. I'm also curious to know how Ceddy has grown over these years, or there's many a good tune played on an old fiddle?" Draco was deeply disinterested, and his expression was even more indifferent. "There are so many prisons in the world. How long do you think he'll take to check all the jails?"

Catelyn clenched her fists. "Despicable!"

"Despicable or shameless; call me whatever you like. I'mCeddy's grandfather, so I have to think about him. If you continue to be involved with Ceddy, the next photo you see will be Ezekiel's posthumous photo."

Blood surged throughout Catelyn's veins, and her shoulders trembled.

On one hand was the father she had been looking for four years, and on the other was Cedrick and her two children.

She could not make a choice.

"How do I know you didn't make these photos up?"

The sunlight penetrated through the glass window and faintly enveloped Catelyn's body, still, she could not feel any warmth. All she felt was how cold it was.

Draco poured himself another cup of tea and took a few sips, and he seemed to want to talk about that topic.

He signaled for Uncle Ford to come in front of Catelyn.

Uncle Ford bowed respectfully and asked, "Master?"

Draco said calmly, as if evaluating the taste of the tea, "Pass my order to our men in there: Cut off one of Ezekiel's fingers and take it back for Miss Clark to check-"

"No!" yelled Catelyn. she bit her lower lip and whimpered, "Don't hurt my father. He's too old and can't bear the torture!

"I... I'll take your advice into consideration, but you have to keep him safe first!"

She did not even know why she promised Draco this.

"That depends on whether you're cooperative or not."

Catelyn clutched the photo tightly, suppressing the sourness and anger in her heart. "Even if I did leave Cedrick, he won't marry Quinn. Your wishful thinking will be fruitless!"

"That's not what you should worry about. I think I should've separated both of you with all I could when I was in Franche. I've given you a few more months of good times being with him, so you should be grateful. My great-grandson mustn't have such an immoral woman like you as a mother."

The photo in the palm of her hand nearly crumpled in her hands.

She sneered, "You may find yourself to be disappointed, then, because they've always only recognized me as their mother."

Thinking of the two children's dependence on Catelyn, Draco finally changed his attitude.

Cedrick was easy to deal with as he could find a way to make him give up, but the two children were still so young. He did not want to use Catelyn to hurt them unless it was a last resort.

"Children are forgetful. In the future, I'll find a better, gentler mother for them than you. You won't be remembered when they grow up."

After that, Draco asked Uncle Ford to see Catelyn off.

Catelyn staggered out of the private room. When she went down the stairs, she was completely lost, she accidentally skipped a step and almost fell.

Uncle Ford managed to catch her hand before she fell. "Miss Clark, be careful."

Catelyn's fine eyelashes quivered, she was desperate at this point as she grabbed Uncle Ford's hand as if he was her lifeline.

"Uncle Ford," she whimpered, "you watched Cedrickand Ollie grow up. I'm sure you wouldn't want them to lose their lover and mother, right? So please, tell me, which prison is my dad in?"

Uncle Ford frowned and immediately withdrew the hand that was supporting her, expressionlessly replying, "I don't know."

"Grandpa Mason asked you to give the order just now, so how could you not know my father's whereabouts? Uncle Ford, please, tell me where he's being held!" she kept begging as tears fell down her cheeks, leaving a trail of tears.

Uncle Ford turned his face away to not look at her sadness out of guilt. "I really don't know. Even if I do, I won't betray my Master.

"Miss Clark, no one can betray him, so accept your fate. Leave now, and you can save your own life by that, otherwise..."