Leopold furrowed his brow slightly, "He's Arnold's son, just my nephew. I can't possibly treat him as my own child. Do I look like I have nothing better to do than to fight over Arnold's kid?" His tone was ice-cold, like a gust of wind in December, making Aurelia shudder.
There was no love lost between William and him, and it seemed that some family ties just weren't meant to be.
"So, if you don't want him as your son, just leave it be. It's not like he's keen on calling you 'Dad' anyway."
Leopold gave her a piercing look, sharp and full of hidden meanings, sensing something unsaid in her words.
"Your words sound odd to me. Are you suggesting I should wrestle William away from Arnold?"
Aurelia averted her gaze subconsciously, avoiding eye contact, "I... that's not what I meant at all. Don't get the wrong idea."
Leopold's fingers gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. His keen intuition told him something was amiss.
"Honey, don't betray my trust in you, and don't let me down, because that would break my heart."
Her heart was in tumult, feeling as though she was being grilled over an open flame.
"Darling, isn't it time to start homeschooling the kids? Remember, we started with Kane when he was just three months old, and that's why he's so bright."
She quickly changed the subject, taking his large hand and placing it on her slightly protruding belly.
Leopold stroked her stomach, then stood up, "I'll fetch a book to read to the little babies."
"Okay," Aurelia nodded, a sly twinkle in her eye, relieved to have steered the conversation away.
In the yard, Nova tugged at William's shirt and said, "William, I want to poop."
Puckering her lips, with a little effort, a distinct sound came from her diaper.
"Nova pooped," Mira exclaimed.
William hurried to call the nanny to take her inside and change the diaper.
Mira stuck out her tongue playfully, "Nova will be hungry after having a poop because I used to feel hungry after having a poop."
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