"But then again, how would she know about class when you three—no, you four, including that fish-headed father of yours—are just leeching off our family's fortune?"
The sneer and mockery in Derek's eyes were crystal clear. Even a one-year-old would understand the contempt in them.
The twins stood motionless as they gazed up at the mean adult.
"Old Uncle, which one is your question in there?" Second asked, blinking innocently. "Was it the pants or how much of your family's fortune?"
Chacha then cocked her head to the side. "Old Uncle, we don't do fortune tellings, but I can call my auntie for you. She does good palm reading."
"The hell are you two talking about?" Derek scoffed. "I'm saying I know your mother. I know your mother all too well, and I even know how she could afford this place. Had she not told you that you were able to live in such a place because of me?"
