chapter2097

Life sure is unpredictable.

Through the dim light, Magnus looked at Denise and suddenly felt that the life he was living now didn't seem so bad after all.

Seconds later, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

On Christmas Day, joy permeated everything.

Cecilia was out in the courtyard building a snowman with the four kids, while Nathaniel watched them from nearby.

The family looked exceptionally harmonious together.

Just then, a car pulled up outside.

In the discreet yet luxurious vehicle, Nicholas watched the scene from afar, and a sense of bitterness rose in his heart.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he instructed the driver to stop the car. When Nicholas got out of the car, Cecilia noticed him.

In just a month or two, he seemed to have lost a lot of weight; the fullness in his face was gone.

Although he and Nathaniel were twins and used to look identical, now, one could tell them apart at a glance.

Nicholas' gaze also fell on her. When their eyes met, Cecilia immediately looked away, continuing to play with the four children.

Her reaction did not escape Nicholas' eyes.

Saying nothing, he walked straight toward them.

At the same time, Wren stepped out of the house. Upon spotting Nicholas, he couldn't help but ask, "Nicholas, why did you only come home now?"

"I've been very busy recently, so I could only come home now," Nicholas replied. "What were you so busy with that you forgot about Christmas Eve? You really need to visit us more often in the future," Wren advised earnestly.

Nicholas listened but did not nod in agreement as he usually would.

He slowly spoke. "Dad, didn't you also rarely come home in the past?"

With that single sentence, Nicholas was implying that Wren had no right to lecture him on that topic when, as a father himself, Wren had often been away from home.

Wren was instantly rendered speechless.

Just then, Elena walked out of the house too. "Nicholas, how could you speak to your father like that?"

Nicholas closed his mouth and said no more, walking straight into the house.

Looking at his now rebellious son, Wren felt heavy-hearted. "He really has changed."

When Elena heard his remark, she turned to him. "You're his father, Wren. Don't you think you're noticing his change a little too late?"

Wren was speechless again. He couldn't help but ask Elena, "How did you manage to get him to come home?"

"I'm not telling you anything." Elena glared at him and then followed Nicholas into the house.

Wren stood alone, mixed feelings brewing in his heart.

He walked outside, intending to talk to Nathaniel, but saw Nathaniel playing with his four sons.

That scene, both familiar and foreign, made Wren recall his younger days, when he spent almost no time with Nathaniel and Nicholas. No wonder they aren't close

to me now.

Upon noticing Wren looking their way, Cecilia whispered a few words to Nathaniel, who nodded and walked toward Wren.

"Dad," Nathaniel called out to Wren.

Wren nodded. "Hey."

He then asked, "Why did you stop playing with the kids?"

"I saw you looking this way and thought you might be looking for me," Nathaniel replied.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to talk to you." Wren sighed. "I didn't spend much time with you and your

brother when you were young. Now I feel like we are complete strangers."

Nathaniel remained silent.

Wren then brought up how quiet the house had been lately. "In the future, you and Cecilia should bring the kids home more often. I won't go out anymore, and we can take care of the kids together."