Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 170

Alexander’s car screeched to a stop in front of his mother’s estate, his heart hammering in his chest.

His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he spotted Emm’s car parked in the driveway. His breath hitched, his anxiety skyrocketing.

So she’d heard, too and she has come as soon as she was possible

His chest tightened as the familiar pangs of guilt and regret clawed at him.

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Was his mother really gone without knowing her grandkids? His aw clenched as he thought of his mother’s endless love for him, her sacrifices, and the one thing she had always wanted: grandchildren. He had robbed her of the joy of knowing Emily and Ethan, of watching them grow, all because of his blind anger and pride.

The weight of his mistake hit him like a tidal wave.

How was he to make it right now?

Alexander swallowed the lump in his throat, pushed the car door open and bolted toward the entrance.

His heart raced with every step, attempting to outrun the dread building inside him. His footsteps echoed like the ticking of a time bomb, each step pulling him closer to what he thought was an inevitable moment of grief and despair.

He burst through the front doors, his eyes scanning the entry for a crying Emma or anxiously pacing Vivian. But, nothing could have prepared him for the scene that greeted him inside.

he froze in his

mom, ALIVE. She sat on a huge rug in the middle of the living room, her face glowing with real happiness while

through the room, a melody Alexander hadn’t heard in what felt like a lifetime. It was a sight so

he did nothing but stood there, his chest growing tighter with emotions he couldn’t define. And there came a wave

had been his dream every day since the moment he knew about his twins,

there staring, but

up with excitement. Emma

Vivian’s face that caught his

imaginary dust off her skirt,

Vivian walked away, a quiet storm of emotions swirling

voice pierced the air, filled with

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“Mr. Handsome!”

jerked in that direction, his heart skipping a

little boy was already up, running towards him with

warm, heart–melting embrace. Everything else faded into the background as he looked into

murmured, holding the boy tightly, his voice soft but thick

back just enough to look him in the eyes with bright eyes sparkling in delight.

joy. He touched Ethan’s small face, his thumb brushing the softness of the boy’s

more, saying, “Mom said we can