<h4>Chapter 477: Caught in the Act</h4>


    After returning home, E sent the contents of the letter she had photographed to Eric.


    Eric nced at it briefly, his heart skipping a beat. The style... it was eerily simr to the note received when Grandma Davis passed away. That could only mean one thing—perhaps the same person was behind both notes.


    "Honey, don’t hide it from me. Have you received simr notes before?" E asked softly.


    The two little buns were on the floor, nearly drifting off to sleep. After crawling around for a while, they had grown tired and were nowzily sprawled there, their eyelids struggling to stay open.


    Their adorable state warmed Eric’s heart. He crouched down, picked up little Dorian, and gently patted his back, while Elias had already dozed off on his own.


    "Yes, I received one during Grandma Davis’s burial. But I didn’t think it was anything serious, so I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want you to worry," Eric said with a smile, cing the now-sleeping Dorian into a nearby crib.


    The two little ones quickly settled into a deep sleep. Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Moore quietly left the room, closing the door behind them.


    Every night, E and Eric spent some time in the nursery before leaving.


    ...


    "I see..." E murmured, tucking Elias under his nket. She gazed at his plump, rosy cheeks, her heart overflowing with tenderness.


    "As long as you’re prepared. With our vi’s advanced security system, it’s unlikely anyone could get inside."


    E lowered the mosquito over Elias’s crib, her face full of gentle maternal love.


    Eric covered Dorian with a nket, lowered his mosquito, and walked over to wrap his arms around E’s waist from behind.


    "Don’t worry. We’ve made it this far together. Some people can’t stand to see us happy, but theyck the power to truly harm us. They’re just ying word games to disrupt our peace of mind," Eric said with a lightugh, his warm breath brushing against E’s earlobe, making her shiver slightly.


    Hisrge hands began to roam across her body.


    E’s breathing quickened. "This is the boys’ room. Let’s go back to ours..."


    With Mrs. Moore and Mrs. Harris taking excellent care of Elias and Dorian, there was no need to worry about them. Eric swiftly picked E up and carried her out of the nursery.


    As they passed the staircase, Mrs. Harris and Mrs. Moore exchanged knowing smiles.


    "The young master and mistress have been married so long, yet they’re still as sweet as newlyweds. It’s truly enviable," Mrs. Harris said with a chuckle.


    Mrs. Moore nodded. "Exactly. In all my years as a nanny, I’ve seen so many couples fall apart within months of having kids—arguing, even divorcing. It’s rare to see a couple this loving."


    As a nanny with years of experience, Mrs. Moore had worked with countless families, witnessing divorces and infidelity more often than not. While there were some strong rtionships, none matched the sweetness and passion of Eric and E’s.


    ...


    In their bedroom, Eric yfully tossed E onto the bed and kissed her passionately. The air grew electric, and E knew tonight would be another unforgettable night.


    Afterward, the room was filled with a lingering warmth. Ey in Eric’s arms, tracing circles on his chest with her finger.


    Eric kissed her forehead. "Keep teasing me, and I won’t mind going for another round."


    E burst intoughter. "Do you even have the energy?"


    "Try me."


    "Alright, alright, I’ll behave," E said with a smile. "On your way home, Amanda called to tell me Vivian followed you here?"


    E didn’t want to ruin the moment but felt it was her duty as a wife to bring it up.


    Eric’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. "What’s wrong? Are you jealous?"


    "Of course not!" E huffed, though her voice held a hint of yfulness.


    "Vivian dide, but surprisingly, she didn’t cling to me like she used to," Eric said nonchntly.


    Hisrge hand gently stroked her long, silky hair. The strands were soft, fine, with a few locks resting against her neck and cheek, making her snow-white skin appear even more radiant.


    "Is that so? But I heard she called off her engagement with Carl," E remarkedzily.


    "Yeah, it’s true, but that has nothing to do with me, right? My dear wife, you can’t me me for that!" Eric said with a teasing smile.


    E didn’t respond immediately. Vivian’s return left her somewhat puzzled.


    However, E had met Vivian before and understood that, at her core, Vivian wasn’t a bad person. Even when trying to nder her, Vivian had shown hesitation and panic in her eyes.


    She’s... probably not too malicious, E thought. After all, David is her older brother.


    "What are you thinking about, my love?" Eric asked, noticing her silence. "Vivian is someone I’ll handle. You don’t need to worry. No matter what happens, my love is only for you." His voice turned yful as he leaned in and kissed her firmly.


    Eughed and yfully pushed him away. Suddenly, she felt that life was truly wonderful.


    She had a man she loved, a thriving career, and two handsome little boys who were her treasures.


    Surely, no woman in the world could be as happy as she was.


    With the arrival of her twin boys, E felt her life wasplete.


    She quietlyy in Eric’s arms, where silence spoke louder than words. He held her hand, gently caressing it, and before long, E sumbed to the overwhelming sleepiness.


    The moment was serene, beautiful, and perfect.


    With the person she loved most by her side, everything felt right. Together, they watched their sons grow—from crawling to walking, through countless falls and tears. Finally, their little buns could walk steadily.


    ...


    On Elias and Dorian’s first birthday, E kept the celebration intimate. She invited her uncle’s family, Henry, and a few close friends to a private dinner at the Nelson Group Grand Hotel, reserving two tables.


    At 5 PM, E held Elias’s hand while Eric held Dorian’s. Together with Lucas, they arrived at the entrance of the reserved private dining room.


    A sharp voice suddenly caught E’s attention. She looked up to see a pregnant woman grabbing another woman’s hair, screaming and crying.


    "You homewrecker! You shameless tramp... Go to hell, you mistress! Peter, are you even human? I’m seven months pregnant, and you’re here fooling around with another woman?"


    The angry woman’s piercing voice filled the hallway. Next to her stood a man who, despite his slightly handsome appearance, exuded an air of indifference as he casually smoked a cigarette. He didn’t hold a candle to Eric.


    The woman being berated... was Leah.


    E hadn’t thought about Leah in a long time. Though Leah was technically her cousin, E had never acknowledged her as such.


    Leah wore a loose dress, her heavily pregnant belly prominently showing—seven or eight months along, by the look of it.


    At that moment, little Elias let go of E’s hand and happily followed Eric and Lucas into the private dining room.