Hiding the Twins from Their Billionaire Father

Chapter 155 Your Final Mission

Chapter 155 Your Final Mission

‘Dear Vivian,

Why didn't you reply to my letter? Do you intend to ignore me?

I know I'm guilty. But I hope one day you can understand. I'm doing this for my father. I couldn't possibly disappoint him because my life's calling is to make him proud.

Sorry if I'm too selfish, but please don't ignore my attention. This is the only way I can make amends for my mistake to you, to the child in your womb.’

The more letters he read, the greater his body trembled. Longing and regret kept to collide. When the

two had mingled, he arrived at the final letter.

‘Dear Vivian,

How is Jeremy?

Every time I see Frank, I think of him. Every time I love Frank, I feel unfair to him.

Am I worthy to be called a father? I'm not sure myself. Is this the punishment I have to bear for the rest of my life?

If yes, will you forgive me?

If not, please don't throw away all my gifts. You deserve it.’

Rowan's hand immediately fell onto his lap. As the letter touched the floor, his tears rolled down his

face.

"What have I done, Sean? Have I educated my children and grandchildren in the wrong way? I just

want them to have a perfect life. But why ... why did I make them suffer?"

While Rowan sobbed, Sean picked up the letter and returned it to its original state. There were no

words he dared to say.

"What's the point of me living all this time if my children and grandchildren hate me? My concern for

them has been completely meaningless, Sean."

"Sorry, Sir. I don't think they hate you. Didn't Mr. Norman say that making you proud was his life's

calling? He must really love you." Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"But he also didn't like the way I educated him. He hated my treatment but tried to endure it." Rowan

started clutching his chest. His breathing felt even heavier.

"I really don't deserve to live," he regretted, closing his eyes. His back started to bend down. "It's no

use living a long life if my existence only makes things difficult for them."

Hearing the despair, Sean was called to take his boss' hand. He intended to calm him down. However,

unexpectedly, the old man glared at him. His wrinkled hand gripped back.

"I think it's time for you to be free, Sean. I won’t hold you back anymore? Go! Go back to your family! I

won't pressure you anymore. Your secret is safe with me."

The assistant's eyes widened slightly. After a blink, he muttered, "You mean it, Sir? You won't reveal my

crimes to them?"

"Yes. They won't know that the husband and father they love has killed a lot. I will ask my secret agent

to destroy your documents. And as your final mission, kill me."

Sean fell silent for a moment. His eyeballs trembled as he looked at his boss intently.

"Sorry, Sir. I can't. Death is not a way out of your life's problems."

Rowan was stunned. "Why? Aren't you used to it? Don't you also secretly hate me? I've always been

mean to you. I've never appreciated you."

Sean pursed his lips. His jaw throbbed. "At first it was like that. I even planned to destroy all the

evidence and your life. But ...."

He took a deep breath. "As time went by, I realized you were so lonely and pitiful. I understood what

turned you so cruel. I became pitiful."

Rowan froze. Sean's confession was too surprising for him. He never expected that his assistant also

had that kind of side.

"Apart from that, you were the only one who wanted to accept me after being fired from the military. I

was still able to support my family because of you, even though I had to take away other people's

rights. Little by little, I felt there was a bond between us. I considered you like a father and role model."

Rowan's lips trembled again. As his head was bowed, his tears welled up. "I have so many sins, Sean.

Not only to my family, but also to everyone I oppressed, including you and the other men. I'm not

perfect at all. Why do you even use me as a role model?"

“I salute your never-ending spirit even though there are many obstacles in your way. You always have a

way to solve a problem. You give me inspiration to keep going no matter how much I miss my family.”

Sean's answer invited Rowan to raise his wailing face again. "But my way was wrong. My views were

wrong. Look at how Frank was never proud of me. He finally rebelled to escape my bad influence. You

must not follow in my steps if you don't want your life to be ruined."

The assistant fell silent for a moment. His lips felt stiff, but his heart wanted to speak. "I think ... it's not

too late for you to fix things, Sir. Moreover, your grandchildren are so innocent. They will definitely

forgive you."

Rowan gaped without a word. His brain was busy making calculations. "But, I wanted to kill them and

repeatedly harmed their mother. I also dropped their birthday cake. It's impossible for them not to hate

me."

Sean smiled faintly. "If there is any hatred in their hearts, they have hated you from the start, Sir, since

you refused their first gift. The picture they made with their colored pencils."

Sean nodded. “Of course you can, Sir. They have forgiven Young Master Frank. They will also give you

a chance.”

Sean furrowed his brows slightly. "What do you want to do, Sir?"

The old man looked at him closely. "Donate all my wealth to the families of the victims. It won't bring

back the lives that have been lost, but at least, it can ease their burden."

Sean's lips pressed together for a moment. "Sorry, Sir. I haven't told you, but Young Master Frank has

done it."

Rowan stared wide eyed. "Done what?"

"He provides living allowances to each victim's family. He ensures that no one lives in poverty."

The old man's expression suddenly became sad. His eyes looked dim. All this time, he thought he

knew everything about Frank. Turned out, he was dead wrong.

"Then go, Sean. I'm setting you free. From this moment on, let's live life properly."

Sean nodded. After so many years, he was finally able to return to his family, without worries. "Thank

you, Sir. Thank you. If you need help, don't hesitate to contact me again."

“You want to grant the wishes they wrote here?” Sean took Louis' guidebook and handed it to Rowan.