My Three Babies Have Different Fathers

Hana knew everything. She knew all the terrible things your mother had done to her family.

”Orland!” Brandon shouted.

”Even if Hana has lost her memories, that doesn’t mean every single memory has been erased,” Orland added. ”Do you know how that girl lived during those two years, constantly trying to hide from your Vein family?”

”I don’t think so,” Dion said. ”When Hana was hurt, didn’t you eventually decide to leave the Melvin Continent? To appease your fiancée’s family? Laila?” he sneered.

Orland, sitting beside him, smiled faintly. ”That was your choice, Brandon. In the end, you chose to let Hana go, believing she would somehow survive, while you tried to find a way to get what you wanted.”

”Brandon, I admit that we were cruel and interfered in your Vein family’s affairs to destroy Hana. However, we weren’t as bad as you, a man who still chose to abandon his woman even after seeing her hurt,” Dion said.

”And another thing,” Orland added with a mocking smile. ”Do you know what happened during those two years when you chose to leave the Melvin Continent? Brandon, have you seen our children yet?”

Brandon immediately stood up and walked toward Orland Hesh.

”What do you mean?” he shouted, grabbing Orland by the collar.

Orland Hesh smiled. ”She managed to capture the interest of all three of us. Who would have thought that the girl you liked could make us so happy every single day?”

Thud!

A punch landed on Orland Hesh’s face.

Dion Sexa, sitting beside him, covered his lips with his sleeve when he saw the foolish stunt Orland Hesh had pulled. Playing with a snake in its own den? What incredible nerve!

”What do you mean? What did you do to Hana?” Brandon shouted, his face turning red.

”What do you think? How else could a woman make men like us happy? You clearly know the answer to that, don’t you?”

Brandon glared at Orland Hesh.

Thud!

Thud!

Thud!

Brandon continued punching Orland Hesh in the face. His face, which had almost recovered after being beaten by Dion Sexa and Hans Xin yesterday, was now swollen again, covered in purplish bruises.

Dion Sexa shook his head as he watched him. ”What an idiot!” he snorted.

Orland Hesh spat a mouthful of blood from his lips after Brandon finally stopped hitting him.

Seeing that Brandon was still so arrogant, Orland opened his mouth to speak again. However, Dion Sexa, sitting beside him, immediately tossed his coat straight into Orland’s face.

Orland turned to glare at Dion. ”What—”

”Shut up if you don’t want to die. You damn fool!” Dion pulled Orland up to help him stand, then spoke in a low voice. ”Do you think you can get out of here alive if you keep talking like that? Can’t you see that all your subordinates are completely unable to fight back against those men?”

Orland snorted and glanced at his subordinates, who had indeed been completely subdued by Brandon. He said nothing more and sat back down calmly. After picking up a bottle of water beside the overturned table, he drank it all in one go.

”Haah... damn it. I’ve really been rendered helpless by this lowly family’s successor.”

Brandon, standing in front of him, sneered. He brushed the dust off his shirt, then smiled mockingly at Orland and Dion.

”I already told you that I’m not playing around. I want you to return Hana to me. As for what happened seven years ago, I’ll take responsibility for it and deal with it myself.”

”Take responsibility?” Dion asked. ”How? By making her your mistress and locking her up in your residence?”

”That’s my business,” Brandon insisted.

Dion’s eyes flashed briefly. ”I’ll let you speak to Hana. You can ask her directly. If Hana agrees to become your mistress, I, Dion Sexa, will return her to you. But that’s all. If she refuses, don’t ever think I’ll hand her over to you.”

Brandon shook his head. ”I’m not negotiating. I want Hana in exchange for your lives. As for her three illegitimate children, I couldn’t care less about them. If you want to take care of them, go ahead. But make sure of one thing: never let her children appear before me and Hana again in the future.”

Dion sneered, then stared at Brandon for several moments.

”What if I refuse? As you know, we already consider Hana someone important in our lives. Just because you want her doesn’t mean I have to give her to you.”

He paused for a moment before continuing, ”Besides, I’m not the only one who holds power over the western territory of the Melvin Continent. I have people backing me. If I die here without having the chance to order them to let Hana go, do you think Hana will be able to leave my territory?”

Dion stared intently at Brandon.

”Brandon Vein, you should understand that, shouldn’t you?”

”Besides, my son and Hana are quite capable, too. If I really die here, my son will take over the Sexa family with the help of my people. Once he makes his move, don’t even dream of seeing Hana’s face again. Ah, no. You won’t even have the chance to hear her name ever again.”

Seeing Dion’s triumphant expression, Brandon could only squeeze the wineglass his secretary had just handed him before smashing it onto the floor.

The sharp sound of the shattering glass startled several people.

”Restore the phone network. Let him contact Hana for me,” Brandon ordered.

Dion said nothing. He took a phone out of his pocket, typed a few words, then tossed it to Brandon’s secretary.

The IT team Brandon had brought immediately took over and made the necessary adjustments. As soon as everything was ready, the call to Dion Sexa’s residence went through.

”Sir? Wait, who is this?”

”Where is Hana?” Brandon asked without answering Dion’s secretary’s question.

The secretary frowned. Finally, Dion, who was standing in front of Brandon, spoke up.

”Find Hana. Tell her that her ex-boyfriend wants to speak with her.”

Dion’s secretary nodded at the order, then hurried toward Hana’s room.

Hana had just finished washing up and was walking out with wet hair when she heard a knock on her bedroom door.

”Were you looking for me?” Hana asked. ”Has... your master returned?”

Dion’s secretary shook his head. ”Madam, sir will return tomorrow morning. However... it seems your ex-boyfriend wants to speak with you.”

He handed his phone to Hana.

Hana frowned before accepting it.

”I’ll borrow this for a moment.”

”Hana,” Brandon called from the other end of the line.

”Brandon? How were you able to contact me? And why are you calling me? Do you want to force me to become your mistress again? You—”

”Hana,” Brandon interrupted. ”Give me one year. I’ll give you the status I promised you in the past. You want your parents’ residence, don’t you? I’ll give it back to you right now. Okay?”