Twins Secret (Tiffany)

Chapter 169 What Exactly Did He Forget? Tiffany pressed the answer button, and Leon's hoarse voice cthrough the phone, "Can you cover for dinner." Leon made his request, but there was a hint of impatience in his tone.

Tiffany had a feeling that Leon wanted her to go to the Cooper Mansion, probably because of the kids.

She wanted to see the kids too, so she replied to Leon, "Okay." With that, Tiffany quickly hung up the phone, grabbed her car keys, and headed out.

The drive took less than forty minutes, and Tiffany parked her car by the side of the road near the Cooper Mansion.

But just as she was about to walk into the yard, Tiffany instinctively stopped.

Leon's memory was a mess, and he had many misunderstandings about her. Who knew what could happen if they meet? After thinking for a moment, Tiffany decided to avoid Leon. She was there to see the kids, after all, and that shouldn't cause any problems.

When Tiffany appeared in the living room, the kids rushed over at lightning speed, throwing themselves into her arms.

Tiffany almost lost her balance, but seeing how much they missed her made her heart swell with joy.

Sam looked at Tiffany with tearful eyes, looking pitiful.

"Mommy, if you didn't come, I wouldn't be able to eat because I'd miss you too much." Hearing Sam's words, Tiffany looked at him seriously and pinched his chubby cheeks. She knew Sam was joking, but she still hugged him and kissed him.

"If you want Mommy to csee you, you have to ask certain people for permission." Tiffany's pointed remark was heard by Leon, who had just cout of the study. Leon frowned, knowing Tiffany was mocking him, and his expression turned sour. He thought allowing Tiffany to see the kids was already his biggest concession. "Have you said enough? If so, ceat," Leon said coldly, walking alone to the dining table.

Tiffany exchanged a glance with the kids and shrugged.

Ronald cout of the bedroom and nodded in satisfaction.

During dinner, the kids clung to Tiffany, eagerly asking her to help them with their food.

Ronald was also engrossed in conversation with Tiffany, once again ignoring Leon sitting nearby.

It was as if they didn't notice his presence, and Leon could only eat by himself.

After all, the lively atmosphere at the table had nothing to do with him.

But the kids wanted Tiffany to stay for dinner, and now that dinner was over, she had to leave.

They were reluctant, holding onto Tiffany's clothes tightly, glancing at Leon's expression.

If Leon agreed to let Tiffany stay with them for a night, that would be perfect.

Leon knew exactly what they were thinking.

But letting Tiffany stay would mean agreeing to her seeing the kids, which contradicted what he had said before.

Flora, seeing Leon's silence, walked up to him with hopeful eyes and gently tugged on his little finger.

"Daddy, can Mommy stay tonight? It's so late, and it's dangerous for her to drive back alone." Flora looked up at Leon with big, expectant eyes.

Leon looked helpless but couldn't refuse Flora's request.

"Just for one night." Leon finally relented and went upstairs.

By the teveryone realized it, Leon had already gone into his bedroom alone.

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He thought that even if Leon's memory wasn't fully restored, it shouldn't cause any serious issues.

Sam quickly grabbed Tiffany's arm, smiling, "Mommy, you have to tell us a story tonight." "Okay." Tiffany followed the kids upstairs and stayed in their bedroom for a long time.

It was late at night when Tiffany tiptoed out, only to bump into Leon coming out of his bedroom.

They looked at each other, slightly surprised.

"You're not asleep yet?" Tiffany asked first.

"Can't sleep," Leon replied expressionlessly, heading downstairs.

Tiffany followed, poured a glass of warm water, and had just taken a sip when she saw Leon making coffee.

She frowned, put down her glass, and walked over to Leon, taking the coffee from his hand.

"If you can't sleep, don't drink coffee. I'll make you smilk." Without giving Leon a chance to react, Tiffany took the cup from his hand.

Leon looked at Tiffany in confusion, wondering when she had becso bold as to take something from his hand.

But by the the cto his senses, Tiffany had already made a cup of hot milk.

Tiffany handed it over, but Leon didn't take it right away.

His eyes stayed on Tiffany, as if he didn't recognize her.

Even Tiffany found it strange and asked again.

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"Tiffany, Grandpa says I have memory problems, and Grant and Hugo say the sBut)I remember everything clearly. My memory can't be wrong. What have I forgotten? Or what have I remembered incorrectly?" Leon knew memories didn't lie, but when it cto Tiffany, many things didn't add up.

He had tried to recall and had even gone back to the hospital, but in the end, they told Leon he was fine.

Tiffany didn't expect Leon to ask such a question, and her hand holding the milk cup trembled.

She wanted to tell Leon everything but was afraid of triggering his deep memories. "Leon, I don't know But if ! you think there's no problem, then E there isn't. It's late. I'm going to bed. Remember to drink the milk; it helps with sleep," Tiffany said, putting down the cup. As she passed Leon, she paused for a second, then quickened her pace upstairs. She closed the door gently behind her.

Leon was left alone in the living room, staring at the cup of milk.

In the end, he listened to Tiffany and drank the milk before going back to his bedroom.

Just as Tiffany said, the hot milk helped him sleep.

Leon lay in bed for a while and soon fell into a deep sleep.

But Tiffany couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned, becoming more awake the longer she lay there.

Leon's questions had indeed disturbed her.

She rubbed her messy hair, got up, and went to the balcony to feel the night breeze.

"Ding!" Tiffany's phone rang in her pocket. Wondering who would contact her at this hour, she saw a message from Lauren.

Lauren had sent a picture of the clothes she designed for an event.

Tiffany looked at it, feeling a shock in her heart, and gripped her phone tightly.

Why did all of Lauren's designs look so much like hers?