Chapter 173 Kiss away your scars

• It was tough. Tougher than the doctors promised. It was on a Saturday and the twins were bawling their eyes out. They had refused everything. Their feeding bottles were on the floor. The maid was as confused as Kelvin. He was out of his wits. They seemed to want their mother. But the problem was that the doctor hadn’t certified her fit enough to be around the kids.
• “Okay,” he said to himself. “Okay. I can do this.”
• The maid picked the feeding bottle and he collected them from her. Edging closer to his babies, he hummed a kids song to calm them down. They stopped crying long enough for him to insert the bottles into their mouths. But that only lasted a few songs before they spat it out and began crying again like they rehearsed it.