She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 218

Yara swooped in and scooped the little girl up. "Luna, your daddy works really hard. You have to be considerate. Let's video chat with him tonight, okay?"

Hearing that, Luna finally stopped protesting.

She rubbed the tears from her eyes. "Really? We can video call him tonight?"

"Mommy and Yara would never lie to you."

"Okay!"

Luna happily scampered off to get dressed, her excitement for fishing completely renewed.

Yara leaned in and whispered to Quinn, "We're going fishing today. Are you not gonna invite Ethan?"

Quinn packed the children's lunchboxes for the trip. "No. He spent his entire day with them yesterday. I don't want to monopolize his time."

Yara seemed to understand exactly what was bothering her. Quinn was terrified the kids were growing too attached to him.

...

Quinn and Yara took the kids to Spring River Bank for a day of camping, picnicking, and fishing. The absolute last thing they expected was to run into Miles York taking Evelyn York for a riverside stroll.

It was far too late to avoid them. Thank God Caleb had brought his half-mask; Quinn scrambled to slip it onto her son's face just in time.

Seeing them rolling around on the grassy banks with the toddlers, Miles looked completely shocked before a vibrant gleam lit up his eyes.

"Grandma Evelyn, Quinn is here at Spring River Bank too."

"Quinn is here?"

Evelyn looked around, her eyes catching sight of Quinn by the riverbank. She was holding a little boy wearing a mask, smiling radiantly. Something tugged sharply at Evelyn's heart.

"That child is..."

Miles explained to his grandmother, "They're her best friend's daughter and nephew."

Quinn walked over holding Caleb's hand, knowing it would be rude to pretend she hadn't seen Grandma Evelyn. Yara followed closely, carrying Luna.

Luna tilted her little head and offered a cheeky greeting. "Hello, Weird Uncle! Are you guys camping and fishing too?"

Caleb gave a small, polite wave. "Hello, Weird Uncle."

"Well, little ones, we meet again."

Miles's lip twitched. This woman could spin a lie like a seasoned con artist. He didn't bother exposing her.

If they were dead-set on hiding Caleb's face, he wouldn't push it.

Even so, he knew damn well that wasn't the real reason.

Looking at the composed little boy, Evelyn felt a sudden wave of dizziness. For a fraction of a second, it was as if she was staring at her eldest grandson when he was just a child.

She reached out instinctively, wanting to hug him.

Seeing her reaching for him, Caleb didn't shy away like most toddlers.

He simply called out, "Ma'am..."

Evelyn snapped back to reality, pulling her hand away. She chuckled at her own foolishness, figuring she was just so desperate for great-grandchildren she was starting to hallucinate.

"You're a good boy. I like you very much."

Beside them, Ingrid laughed. "Evelyn, this boy's posture is far beyond his years. He carries himself exactly like Mr. York did when he was a boy..."