<h4>Chapter 475: The Mysterious Package</h4>


    The weather was gradually cooling aste autumn arrived. Leaves fluttered down likezy butterflies, drifting until they finally nketed the ground.


    The city was steeped in autumn’s essence, with clear blue skies and fluffy white clouds. People hurried past, each carrying their own stories. Yet, the story of Eric and E had touched countless hearts.


    The little buns, Elias and Dorian, were now eight months old. They had begun learning to crawl, much to Lucas’s delight. He often marveled at how clever the twins were and how healthy they seemed. At barely nine months old, they were already crawling and rolling across the floor, exploring and searching for their favorite things.


    ...


    At sunset, the sky was aze with colors,yers of crimson clouds casting a vibrant glow over the sea.


    E and Eric, each carrying one of the twins, strolled along the flower-lined path in front of their vi.


    "Elias, look over there—that’s the sunset. Isn’t it beautiful?" Eric said with a softugh, pointing at the glowing sun.


    Elias, though not seeing the sunset for the first time, still widened his eyes in wonder. He reached out with his chubby little hand, as if trying to grab it.


    In E’s arms, Dorian excitedly waved his hands and babbled loudly, his face alight with joy.


    "It’s stunning, isn’t it? Look, do you see that butterfly?" E pointed to a colorful butterfly flitting ahead of them.


    Dorian’s excitement only grew. He stopped moving and stared wide-eyed at the butterfly as it danced in the air.


    ...


    Nearly every evening, as long as it wasn’t raining, E and Eric would take the twins outside for a walk. Sometimes, they visited Amelia and Richard, who were now married and expecting their first child in three months.


    The couple had nearly broken up over a trivial issue in the past, but their rtionship had since stabilized, and Amelia no longer worried about those who tried to tempt Richard.


    Among the twins’ admirers, Nathan, Charles’s four-year-old son, was their biggest fan. Every time he saw Elias and Dorian, he would eagerly bring out all his toys for them to y with.


    E made it a point to take the twins out weekly, introducing them to the world and helping them meet new people.


    ...


    As they continued their walk, Eric suddenly felt a warmth spreading across his chest. He looked down and realized, with dismay, that Elias had just wet his shirt.


    "Elias! You’ve gifted Daddy again! My shirt!" Eric cried out, exasperated.


    E chuckled. "Well, that’s what you get for not learning how to hold him out for a potty break."


    Eric sighed in defeat. He wasn’t fond of the traditional technique of holding the babies out to "go," so Elias often ended up wetting on him instead.


    "Alright, that’s it. Let’s head home so I can change," Eric said, wrinkling his nose at the faint smell of urine clinging to his clothes. He, the mighty CEO, had truly been reduced to the role of a stay-at-home dad.


    But as soon as Eric turned to leave, Elias began wailing in protest, clearly unhappy about cutting the walk short.


    With no other choice, Eric turned back to follow E, and the little one instantly quieted down.


    E winked yfully at Eric. "Our son’s figured it out—he loves being outside now. As long as Dorian stays out, Elias won’t want to go home either."


    Hearing his mom, Elias cooed and babbled excitedly, waving his arms.


    Eric resigned himself to his fate, walking anotherp in his damp shirt while carrying his cheerful son.


    ...


    Later that evening, Richard and Brian invited Eric out, giving him a much-needed break from five days of staying home. For the first time in a while, Eric left the house to catch up with his friends.


    Meanwhile, E stayed home, eating dinner while Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Moore fed the twins porridge. At over eight months old, the little buns could now enjoy solid food.


    E ate in silence, careful not to distract the babies. She believed in fostering good habits from a young age, so mealtimes were for eating—no unnecessary movements or distractions.


    Although it felt a bit unnatural to her, she was determined. Babies, after all, were nk tes, and instilling positive habits early on was crucial.


    E had just finished her dinner. The two little ones had finished eating earlier and were now ying on a mat in the living room.


    Elias grabbed a cute little rubber duck, ran his tiny hands over it a few times, then put it in his mouth to chew.


    Meanwhile, Dorian was ying with a small abacus, sliding the jade beads back and forth, producing a pleasant jingling sound.


    E sat down nearby, and the two little ones immediately reached out, tugging at her clothes. "What is it, Elias? Dorian? Where do you want to go? Do you want to go outside?"


    At the mention of going out, Dorian instantly climbed onto E’sp, babbling excitedly.


    Not wanting to be left out, Elias leaned over and yfully bit E’s hand.


    "Oh, Elias! Why are you biting me? Mommy’s hand isn’t clean," E said with augh. Picking him up, she turned on the music switch nearby.


    The living room was soon filled with a lively, cheerful rhythm.


    Dorian waved his arms enthusiastically, as if he were a natural-born musician.


    Mrs. Harris, watching from the side, smiled knowingly. This family’s constant joy gave her a sense of peace and contentment.


    ...


    At that moment, Eric called. "Honey, do you want toe out for a bit?"


    "No, thanks! I’m staying home with the boys!"


    There was a nanny at home, along with form milk, so E could have easily gone out for a bit of fun. But for her, being able to spend every moment with her little ones was the greatest joy.


    "Aren’t you bored? If you really don’t want toe out, I’lle home early!" Eric said. In the background, upbeat music and faintughter from men and women could be heard.


    "I’m not going out. You can stay aste as you want," E replied gently, her tone warm and soft. After saying goodbye to Eric, she hung up the phone.


    ...


    Just then, Mia walked in from outside. "E, you have a package!"


    Mia’s cheeks were flushed. Although Luke hadn’t officially pursued her, she had noticed his growing jealousy over the past few weeks, which filled her heart with joy.


    E frowned, looking at the small box in Mia’s hands. "I haven’t ordered anything recently. Why would I have a delivery?"


    Mia looked cautious. "Do you want me to open it outside?"


    E hesitated for a moment, and Mia added with a lightugh, "Don’t worry—it’s not a bomb or anything. It was delivered by XX Courier, a professional service. If there were explosives, it wouldn’t have passed through their system."


    Nodding, E said, "Alright, take it outside and see what it is."


    Mia agreed and carried the package outside to open it. A few years back, incidents with so-called "death packages" had led to strict regtions in the courier industry. Now, dangerous items were strictly prohibited from being shipped.


    With this in mind, Mia wasn’t too concerned about any danger. Using a small knife, she carefully sliced through the tape sealing the box and opened it.


    Inside was a letter.


    Mia and the two bodyguards who hade over to watch exchanged curious nces. Someone had sent E a letter via courier? And in such an urgent manner?