CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THREE ELLEN'S MURDERER

~MAE~ If I wasn't the mother of the twins, I'd definitely not believe it if I was told that they are just five years and eight months old!.. Of course!! How was I supposed to believe when they were smarter than they should been as kids.. “Oh, mum, keep it low. It's not our first time seeing you and Uncle George kiss,” Emery shrugged. “Exactly..” Emerald grinned, and I itched my hair nervously. I was so scared of Frank, especially because of the way he was silently growling in anger. His knuckles already lost their color due to the level of pressure he applied on his folded fists. “Okay, kids, it's time to go inside. It's adults talking,” George said, holding their hands. As usual, their stubbornness prevailed. “Uncle G, this man here makes Mum cry every time. He once spilled a hot coffee on her because he received a call that annoyed you. He's meant to be arrested,” she said with so much confidence that I began wondering who among George and me she inherited her traits from.