Seeing that Wendy stayed silent, Michael sighed and said, "Wendy, just tell Grandma that the media made up the stuff. Tell her that both the children are mine."
"But doesn't that mean I'll have to lie to Grandma?" Wendy pursed her lips, feeling conflicted.
"How is that lying? The journalists were making stuff up anyway. And besides, I don't want to bother Grandma with the bad news, which will be bad for her health. As long as we both confirm that the children are mine, she'll believe us," Michael said.
"Doesn't this sound good?"
Wendy was dumbfounded, she had no answer to that.
As Michael and Wendy walked into the old mansion, Mrs. Lucas was sitting in the living room, waiting for them with her crutch.
Michael held Wendy's hands tightly as if he was trying to empower and console her at the same time. Wendy didn't dare look at Mrs. Lucas's eyes as she walked towards her.
