Hey, My Twins Babies

Chapter 273 Tell the Story

Winnie ran out and Kevin's car was parked at the door of the unit. Kevin was standing beside the car.

As soon as Winnie got to his side, he opened the door in the back.

Winnie looked inside and thought it was Daenerys, but it was Brian crouching in pain.

“Has he drunk again?”

Winnie asked Kevin.

She had said that Brian had nothing to do with her. Seeing Brian like that, she should turn around and

walk away, but she was worried.

“Yes, he drank a lot. I couldn't stop him.”

"Winwin, get in the car and help him. Only you can relieve his headache."

Kevin was very worried. This time Brian's headache was worse than before. Kevin was really afraid

that he could not hold on.

Winnie hesitated and took a step back. Looking at Brian, she seemed to be in more pain than him. So

she got into the car.

Kevin followed to get into the car, which pulled into the parking lot.

Winnie reached out and pulled Brian to her.

"Lie on my lap and I'll rub it for you."

"No, just let it hurt."

Surprisingly, Brian refused Winnie's help.

"When I called you, he stopped me. I had to drive him here. Don't listen to him. If it hurts longer, I'm

afraid he'll faint."

Kevin was anxious. Brian had been enduring it for half an hour, which was unbearable to the ordinary

people.

Winnie did not answer Kevin but said to Brian.

"If you didn't need me here, I will go home."

Winnie was to open the door, but was stopped by Brian.

"Winwin, come with me and I want to talk to you. I can bear the headache."

Brian's voice was clear, but he had a headache because he had drunk a lot of alcohol, so he had a

strong sense of dizziness. He knew that if he could not see Winnie at this moment, he might have been

fainted.

"If it is about us, there is no need to talk about it, it won't make any difference."

Winnie said in a low voice.

She didn't really want to leave. She just wanted to frighten him and relieve his headache.

But Brian was still thinking about that. He drank too much probably because he was afraid of her

refusal.

"No, I won't force you to do anything. That's not what I want to talk about. Come with me, I want you to

come with me."

At the end of the conversation, Brian increased his voice because of the intense pain and could not

help crying out.

"Ah..."

He looked miserable as he curled up in his seat with his head in his arms.

"Let me massage you and I'll go with you."

As soon as Winnie's words were finished, Brian lay down and put his head in Winnie's lap. He gave in

again to this woman.

"Kevin...take us to the hilltop villa."

Brian endured the pain and said. At this moment he just wanted to talk with Winnie, just want to release

some of the things repressed too long in his heart.

He was tired, he needed someone to understand him and he needed someone to comfort him when he

was lonely. This person could only be Winnie. Even if she didn't understand him, he wanted to say

something to her.

Kevin started the car immediately and stepped on the accelerator.

"Doctor Burns, there is a drugstore outside the community, buy me some antialcoholic drug."

Winnie felt the speed of the car. For fear of missing the drugstore, she reminded Kevin.

"I bought it, but he refused to drink it. I left it on the back seat."

Kevin drove on.

Winnie then found it under the body of Brian.

"Take it first."

Winnie moved Brian's hand, which had been covering his head, and helped him up vigorously.

Every time he got headache because of drinking. He would be better after taking it.

Brian took the drug and then lied on Winnie's leg.

"When did you become like this? You don't cooperate without Winnie. I will leave you alone next time."

Seeing that from the rearview mirror, Kevin was angry. If he had it earlier, he would be so painful.

He could see that he was not as important as Winnie.

"Shut up if you don't want to die."

Brian replied.

He knew that he could do nothing in the face of Winnie.

"You threatened me? If you dare say more, I will send Winwin back."

Kevin knew this was a good start since Brian had strength to speak.

But this strength was definitely not because of the antialcoholic drug but because he saw Winnie, and

he got mental support.

Brian said nothing more, knowing that Kevin was joking with him.

All he could do now was to endure the pain and feel Winnie’s gentle massage.

Kevin drove very fast, and it took him twenty minutes to reach the hilltop villa. Winnie did not stop the

massage all the way and, Brian's headache had been continuing.

Out of the car, Kevin helped Brian to the bedroom on the second floor, checked on him and left after

confirming he was fine.

"Is it better?"

Winnie asked with worry.

Winnie sat on the bed, and Brian lied on her lap. But he was still in pain, Winnie was more worried than

ever.

All the way Brian did not get any better, just mentally clearer.

"It still hurts, but not so dizzy."

Brian replied in a low voice.

Although he had a headache, he felt happy at this time.

"I will use more strength, you will be fine later."

With that, Winnie increased her strength. At this time, Brian grabbed her hand.

"I can stand it. Your hands are stiff, take a short rest."

Brian rubbed Winnie’s fingers, afraid that she was tired.

"I'm all right, I..."

Winnie became unfamiliar with Brian's touch, but she still had the feeling of palpitations.

"Well, if your fingers get tired, no one will mind me when I have a headache."

Brian insisted on holding Winnie's hand in his own, even though his head still hurt.

"I..."

Winnie was at a loss.

"Didn't you want to say something?"

Winnie wanted to find a topic to distract her attention from the moment.

"Yes, it is about my mother."

Brian closed his eyes and remembered what happened many years ago.

Winnie was shocked at first and did not expect Brian was to tell her about it.

"Is it because I said too much today that you drank so much wine?"

"I was in a bad mood today, but not because of you."

"Winwin, I want to be a role model for my children. I'd like to be on good terms with him like any other

family, but he killed my mother and I can't forgive him."

Brian began to tell his mother's story.

“I knew it was a family connection, and I knew there was no feeling between them. But for so many

years they had been together, it was kind of happiness. Until......Until he had an affair and my mother

jumped off a building because she could not accept it."

"You know what... I went to the apartment to see her and when I was downstairs, she jumped down

and died right in front of me. She died horrifically, all her bones were broken..." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Brian could not go on, so he let go of Winnie's hand and put his face on Winnie's waist.

Winnie could not feel whether he was crying, but she could feel Brian's heart trembling from the

strength of his hand and his heart dripping with blood.

His heart was bitter and painful, and he had the reason to hate his father.

In that way, it would become his shadow for a lifetime. No wonder Brian never easily gave a smile.

Depressed, having deep hatred, how could he be happy?

Winnie raised her hand and continued to massage Brian gently.

"You know, I'm a little late. If I could have stopped her earlier, she wouldn't have left me so soon."

"Because of him, a family is gone, and my sister and I are motherless children for the rest of our lives."

Brian's voice was still full of strong resentment. The tragic picture of his mother was still clearly

engraved in his mind until now. It was because he could not forget the tragic death of his mother that

he would hate his father for so many years.

"I understand how you feel about losing your mother. I've been there, too."

Winnie spoke in a low voice. She wanted to comfort Brian with her own experience, although different

in nature, the harm was not different.

"Your situation is very similar to that of Vanessa, who saw her parents leave. That kind of pain can

really hurt for a lifetime. But why are you still stuck in there? Vanessa has got it over.."

"You have nothing to do with your mother's death, and you have nothing to blame yourself for. If she

had wanted to die, you couldn't have stopped her even if you were around her all day."

Winnie said this with a sigh, and then continued to say.

“You hated your father for your mother’s death, and I can understand that. But Stella experienced that

too, why she can forgive your father? Because she knew that was her father she loved, because she

knew she would be in pain if she hates him."

“You love your father, too. If you doesn't, how could you have hated him for so many years?”

Winnie stopped again. She wanted to call him by name and give him warmth, but she did not know how

to call Brian.

If she called him Mr. Bennet, it was too strange, if she called him Brian, it was too intimate.

Finally she continued to speak.

"It must have hurt your heart to hate your father for all these years. In order to be a good example to

the children, and in order to be comfortable in your heart, forget the hatred."

Her words were over, but she didn't know how much Brian had heard.

"I can't do it yet. I can't forgive him."

Brian was emotional and then he suddenly sat up.