Fiona stumbled backward in shock, her breath catching in her throat as she took in the sight of the twins sitting on a nearby bench, their legs crossed and faces a mirror of disdainful boredom.
They regarded her with an unmistakable air of superiority, but what truly sent her heart racing was the resemblance they bore to Ewan.
These were the children Morgan believed belonged to another man? Was he blind or just plain stupid?
So much anger bubbled within her, leading to the clenching of her fists tightly at her sides. How could Morgan be so oblivious?!
The twins, particularly the boy, were carbon copies of Ewan in his youth. The revelation made Fiona's blood boil—as if she was seeing a vision of the future she had fought so hard to control. The very fact that Morgan had them at his disposal and had merely played a prank was beyond belief. He should have done away with them!
