Begging the Divorced Heiresses Back

Anya's

POV:

As I got out of the car and stood beside Kester with my kids, the whispering from the crowd fell into my ears...

"Oh my god, I can't believe in my eyes. Did Anya hook up with Mr. Helsen after being kicked out from the Cater family?" "Did her kids belong to Mr. Helsen?"

I didn't want my kids to listen to all this nonsense, so I decided to leave quickly! However, before I could take a step, we were surrounded by the reporter's crowd with popping flashbulbs and mics, as they bombarded us with their questions... "Mr. Helsen, are these children yours? What is your relationship with Miss Anya Walter?"

"Mr. Helsen, when did you two get together?"

"Mr. Helsen, is that true that Miss Walter is about to take over the Walter Group as the new executive director?"

Seemingly afraid that the group of reporters would hurt me and the kids, Kester looked at his bodyguards, not standing afar. Seemingly understanding what he meant, the bodyguards surrounded us, making a human wall to protect us from the crowd.

Then, Kester smiled at me, turned to the reporters, and said, "Miss Walter and I are very good friends. Thank you for your concern."

As soon as he finished speaking, the media was in an uproar, as this one sentence was enough for the reporters' imagination.

Then, I held the hands of sons in my hand and entered the cemetery under the protection of the Kester's bodyguards.

The reason why I decided to bring the kids here with me today is because I wanted my kids to bid a proper farewell to their great-grandfathers.

Four years ago, I left the country and there I gave birth to triplets, two boys and a girl. She was also supposed to come with me, however, because she was born with heart disease, she was not in good health, so she couldn't come here with me. So, I only bought my two sons with me.

As we walked over, I and Kester stood in front of my grandfather's grave and made three deep bows. Then, I looked at my sons and said, "Kids, bow to your great-grandfather."

The babies nodded obediently and bowed deeply, just like me and Kester has done before.

"Is that man Mr. Helsen? Kester Helsen?"

"Oh my God! He is not secretly married to this shameless woman, is he?"

"I can't accept this! How can someone as perfect as Mr. Helsen be with such a shameless woman like Anya..."

As I stood there, the voices of the people from the crowds, fell into my ears. Even though I was not looking at them, I could feel people's gaze filled with envy, jealousy, and anger on my back.

And I can understand their feelings.

After all, Kester is the man in nearly every woman's fantasy.

He was born into a wealthy family and had grown into a handsome young man with a promising future! He was no less popular than Evan. It's just that Evan is cold as ice, who is hard to approach, and he is like a warm sun... And now seeing him with me, a woman, who is shameless and incapable in their eyes, how can they not be angry?

However, I didn't turn around or respond to them, as I had long stopped caring about what other people thought about me.

"Anya, uh... whose children, are they?" Suddenly my father's voice came from behind me, pulling me from my thoughts.

As I turned around, I saw my father looking at my sons with shock in his eyes. "Dad, they are my children!" I replied with a calm voice. Then, I turned to look at my sons and said, "Jerry, Jason, this is your grandpa! Say hello to him!" "Nice to meet you Grandpa!" The boys called out together.

However, he didn't seem to look pleased after seeing his grandsons but rather looked disgusted. With an incredulous look on his face, he asked, "And, who is their father?"

I looked at my father with an expressionless face and didn't say anything. To be honest, I know why he was asking this. After all, my sons resembled Evan and now Evan was Tara's fiancé.

He was afraid that if the father of my children was Evan, then I might use my sons to cause trouble in his beloved daughter's love life.

Even though I am also his daughter, unlike Tara, I didn't stay with him. I was growing up in abroad with my mother. And it was not until I was 12 years old after my mother died that my grandfather brought me back to the Walter family. So, there is no deep bonding between him and me.

"Anya, I am not trying to blame you. But you should at least tell your family about the big issue, such as giving birth to two kids! After all, we are your family!" he said, pretending as if he cared about me.

However, the anxious look in his eyes betrayed his words.

I just wanted my kids to bid a proper farewell to their great-grandfather, so I brought them there. As for the other things, I didn't want to talk about. So, I just lowered my head and remained silent. Frank's POV:This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

After learning that, these kids are my grandsons, I didn't feel happy, but rather annoyed, especially, when I looked at their eyes, which resembles Evan so much. Those two boys looked so much like Evan, or one can say that they looked like a mini version of that man. I am afraid that if Evan was their father, then Anya must have come to use them to meddle in Tara's love life. And if Evan is not their father...

Then, I was afraid that Anya was very likely to use the boys to seize more shares of the family inheritance.

In short, in any way, the situation is not favorable to me.

However, seeing that Anya lowered her head and did not reply to my question, my patience was running out. As I was about to lose my temper, I was interrupted by Kester.

Kester took a step forward, stood in front of Anya, and said, "Hi. Mr. Walter. I am Kester! I am Anya's good friend."

Hearing that I looked at Kester, seemingly calm down. Even though I had never met Kester before, his reputation was well-known, even to me.

'If Kester was the father of Anya's children, I could finally be relieved.' Thinking that, I couldn't help but ask, "Oh, hello! So, you and Anya? The kids?"

Kester paused for a few seconds, then he replied politely, "Anya and I are very close friends. So, I wanted to be there with her and kids on this grieving day."

I must admit that his answer was a little too "Formal." because he neither admitted that he was the father nor denied it.

However, thinking that highborn lads like Kester, marrying secretly and having a love child is not a big dead, I nodded slightly.

Evan's POV:

As I stood in the corner and looked at the warm scene of the family of four in front of me, I couldn't help but feel suffocated, as if something was blocking my heart vessels.

I tore my tie subconsciously, as my face turned as cold as ice.

I and Anya had merely broken up four years ago, but she already had kids around the age of three...

'What could it mean?'

It means that she threw herself into another man's arms as soon as I divorced her. Or maybe, she had long cheated on me while we were still married...

No wonder, she could walk away without looking back. Now wonder she could leave the 100 million dollars alimony behind.

It turned out that she had already found herself a new sugar daddy.

However, for a shameless woman like her, it was not a big deal to sleep with anyone, right? Wasn't she always a scheming woman? Since she could somehow sleep with me six years ago, then, of course, she would have been able to seduce Kester again. "How shameless!" I couldn't help but curse.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. I don't why I am feeling angry, since I already knew she was such a woman...

As my patience was running thin, I strode out without saying anything else to anyone.

"Evan? Evan!"

As I was walking forward, Tara's anxious voice came from behind me, but I didn't stop as I wasn't in the mood to deal with her.

However, as soon as I came out of the cemetery, the group of reporters swarmed over.

"Mr. Cater, what do you think about the relationship between your ex-wife and Mr. Helsen?"

"You lived with your ex-wife for two years, but she failed to get pregnant! Do you think the boys your ex-wife brought over today was yours?" "When are you and Miss Tina getting married, Mr. Cater?"

I was already in a bad mood, and after the harassment of the reporters, I became even more furious, as I looked at my bodyguards coldly.

Getting my signal, they quickly came over and stopped the reporters from coming nearer me.

""No interviews!"

Then, they escorted me to my car.

""Evan! Evan!"

As I got into the car, I saw Taea's running over. She was about to open the door to get in, but I stepped on the gas and pulled out the car from the parking lot.