Twins Secret (Tiffany)

Chapter 95 Avoiding Tiffany

When Tiffany woke up the next morning, she checked the time. It was exactly 10:00

AM. She looked at her messages and saw that Tess had replied, saying the studio was cleaned and the store was taken care of.

With her studio and the offline store back in business, Tiffany felt a wave of relief. Finally, something was going right. She put down her phone, got out of bed, and headed downstairs.

Damon saw her coming down and greeted her with a big smile. "Mrs. Cooper, the kids are at kindergarten, and Mr. Cooper left for work early this morning."

Tiffany awkwardly touched her nose, feeling weird being called "Mrs. Cooper" after her divorce from Leon. She wanted to leave the mansion quickly. But before she could, Ronald appeared and called out, "Tiffany, are you coming back tonight?"

Ronald stood at the staircase, smiling and hopeful.

Tiffany hadn't planned on coming back; she didn't want to see Leon too often. But she couldn't bear to disappoint Ronald, so she agreed. "I'll come back later, Grandpa."

"Good, good. Be careful on your way." Ronald went back to his room, satisfied, while Tiffany hailed a cab back to her villa.

When she got home, she was startled to see Bronte standing at the end of the driveway. Her immediate frown was a mirror of her confusion. Why was Bronte here? Shouldn't she still be at the police station?

Squaring her shoulders, Tiffany approached, her eyes pinned on Bronte, trying to decipher her unexpected presence.

Bronte turned, her glare sharp and unyielding. "Tiffany," she spat, "didn't expect to see me, did you? Think you could get rid of me by sending me to the cops? Think again! I'm still here, and I'm still standing!"

Despite the venom in Bronte's voice, Tiffany's expression remained impassive, tinged with a hint of curiosity. "Who bailed you out, Bronte? Was it Miguel?"

Bronte responded with a sneer. "Does it matter to you, Tiffany? Just know this: I'm not going to let you off the hook this time!"

Tiffany found Bronte's behavior almost comical. After being released from the police station, the first thing she did was to throw empty threats? Wow, just wow.

come after me, you might want to think about your

and see, Tiffany. You won't have it easy. Cross me, and you'll regret it!" And with that, she stormed

Bronte's retreating figure, her left eyelid twitching-a superstitious signal she could never quite ignore. The

the wind picked up, rustling the leaves around her, Tiffany knew she had to stay vigilant. Bronte's threat, however laughable, could not

the evening, Tiffany returned to the Cooper Mansion, greeted by the jubilant cries of her three children. Their energy was contagious, filling the grand halls with a joy that

bit down after coming home from kindergarten and not seeing Tiffany. Ronald had told them she would be back in the evening. At the time, the kids thought Ronald was joking, but

voices and excited faces, rushed to her as if she had been gone for weeks rather than

down, wrapping her arms around all three, their combined warmth a balm to her heart. "I've missed you too," she whispered, guiding them back to the sofa before catching sight of Ronald. "Grandpa," she greeted him

lighting up his face. "Tiffany. Just in time, dinner is ready." He signaled to Damon to start

one person. Her eyes wandered toward the study, furrowing

claimed he had to work at the company overtime. How can there be so much work?" Ronald's voice held a note of exaggerated frustration, clearly

Leon closer together seemed to be thwarted

in her mind, but none felt genuine. With a resigned shake of her head, she turned off the screen and slid the phone back into her pocket. It troubled her that Leon had left early in the morning

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usually worked from home in the

had been acting strange, deliberately avoiding

hum of the children's chatter. After dinner, she dedicated

almost midnight. She stifled a yawn and headed downstairs for a glass of water to soothe her weary

a glass from the cabinet, a noise at the front door made her

an invisible force seemed to hang in the

work?" Tiffany broke the

shadowed with exhaustion. He walked slowly toward the staircase. As he passed by Tiffany, he

grip tightened on the corner of her nightgown. She bit her lip, wrestling with her thoughts before finally

and turned, his eyes showing a flicker of curiosity and

don't know who bailed her out, but she found me and threatened me. She said she'll make me pay. She's hell-bent on revenge, so

enough to warn him seemed