"Mom, that's the truth! Whether you believe it or not, Lucian and Nox are both my sons. They were born along with Estie six years ago. Rosalie thought that Estie died young by mistake. At that time, Grandpa must’ve arranged for someone to pick Estie up. That person never expected Rosalie to give birth to triplets and took two away with her."

Sometimes, the truth can be so absurd.

Yves' revelation, Rosalie's acknowledgment, coupled with the undisguised closeness of the bond between the boys and himself, Byron could fully confirm the truth of the matter.

However, Melody could not believe it.

She suddenly raised her voice sharply. "Byron, you can't just believe everything that woman says. What now? Is this a new version? The godsons you adopted a while ago is not enough. Is she still trying to trick you into admitting them as your blood? That woman can really spew nonsense!"

Melody's perception of her son changed as she spoke.

‘I wonder if he was bewitched by Rosalie. With such powe