You don't have a child when you left.
Claire's POV:
It's Sunday in the morning we're going to the church.
"Claire, where are you?" Mom said.
"I'm coming." I spoke. We just got out of the gate and suddenly there's a car stop in front of us.
"Who is this?" I asked. Looking at the man who got off the car.
"Let's go." Mom said "Lia, wait!" as the guy grabbed my mother's risk.
"Sir, can I know who you are? And why did you suddenly just grab my mom's hand." I asked.
"Little Sis, he is the guy that I saw yesterday." My sister said as I look at the guy and look at my sister.
"But sis why do I feel like he looks like y-" I said.
"Let's go, we need to go to church." Mom said as shoved the man's hand and she grabbed our hands as we walk passing every house with the sun continue rising at the sky.
"Sis, that guy kind of looks like us." I mumbled to her ear.
"Yeah, he kind of looks like us but why did Mom cut off your words earlier and ignore the guy?" She answered.
"Why do I feel like Mom was staring at us using her deadly eyes?" I mumbled again.
"I don't know, let's just stop talking." I said as we boarded a jeepney.
*After An Hour*
We are here at the church now. We get out of the jeepney, and someone grabs my bag and as I saw the man earlier that grab my mom's hand in front of the house, he chases the man and...
Why is he here again? I don't know to maybe he kept on chasing after my mom.
The man earlier who grab my bag was kicked and pinned on the floor by the man and punched by him he got my bag back and now he is going towards us but I'm still at a gaze.
"This is your bag, next time be careful there's a lot of snatchers here." He spoke.
"T-thanks," I said and go to my mom.
"Lia?!" He called my mom again… I look back at him and then I look at my mom. She seemed emotionless or should I say she didn't react at all. He looks at the man who called her and stare at him and after that she just walked and entered the church and when she noticed that I was staring at the man. "Let's go." She said and as we also got int the church the man also entered the church, but he was just looking at my mom like he was admiring a scenery of meteor shower at night,
After the mass my mother said "You two go home first. I'll go the market."
"Okay." We answered as we go home.
"Sis, what do you think about that guy?" I asked my twin.
"He is looks good, kind, and righteous man I think." She spoke.
"How do you know?" I asked as I look at her while we're walking on the way home.
"He caught the man who grabs your bag and gives it back to you, what should I think about that don't you think he is righteous." She spoke. While we're talking about the man, I thought of his face again.
"He looks like us, is there a possibility that... he is our father?" I asked.
"I don't think so. He is so handsome and looks like a rich man how could he be our father." She said as she flicks my forehead and said "So, stop guessing let's go home."
"Yeah, your right." I said as she looks at me and ask, "Where did mom go again?"
"She said she will go to the market but why is she being dragged by the man earlier after we left?" My sister asked.
"What?!" I said in ranged.
"The car already start let's just wait for Mom I don't think the man will hurt him though." She said while having a reassuring face. I just nodded.
Max's POV:
"LET ME GO!" She shouted while she was trying to get away of my hand.
"It hurts." She complained.
"GET IN!" I shouted in anger.
*Flashback*
"Master, they look the same as you." My butler said while he was driving, I was just in a daze remembering those little girls faces.
"Don't you think that there is a possibility that they are your daughters?" He asked again I don't know.
"I don't know how to respond or think because when I leave her, she wasn't pregnant at all." I spoke.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Actually... no." I replied in confusion of the past.
"See?" He said and looking at me by the mirror.
"Investigate this matter." I spoke.
"Okay, master." He spoke.
*Flashback ends*
"How old are they?" I asked her while we're in the car.
"Why do you want to know?" She was looking into my eyes with disdain and arrogance.
"I am asking you, how old are they?" I insisted.
"They are 17 years old." She then answered.
17 years old?!
17 years ago…
"What is their birthday?" I asked again.
"September 19, 2003." She briefly answered.
I left her on February 20, 2002, is it possible that they are my daughters?
"Are they, my daughters?" I asked right away.
"No." She answered and as she looks agitated.
"Tell me the truth are they, my daughters?" I asked again.
"I said no, you don't have a child when you left me..." She looks into my eyes as she stops for a moment and spoke.
"You said that you won't come back to me even if I die. And that day... from that day… I told myself I won't meet you again or neither forgive you in this life." She firmly spoke those words out of her mouth while looking into me as if she already made up her mind.
"Every word that you told me that day you left me... I remember and won't forget about it. Because that day you told me... you wish that you didn't love me just for a bit. Because it traumatized you, but the truth is everything that happened was because of you."