Millionaire Sees Twin Girls standing beside His Son’s Grave, Their Secret Leaves Him Speechless
Chapter 2
Daniel took the girls to the small café across from the cemetery.
He didn’t know what else to do.
He didn’t call the police.
Not yet.
He didn’t call his lawyers.
Not yet.
And he certainly didn’t call his business partners.
He needed answers first.
The twins sat side by side in a booth, hands clasped together.
Daniel sat across from them.
“What are your names?”
The girl with a teddy bear answered.
“I’m Nora.”
Her sister said, “I’m Elise.”
Daniel nodded.
“Last names?”
They looked at each other.
“Nora Bell.”
“Elise Bell.”
Daniel repeated the names silently.
Bell.
He had never heard it from Ethan.
“What did Ethan do for you?”
“He helped us,” Elise said.
“With what?”
“Our house.”
Daniel leaned forward.
“What house?”
The girls went quiet.
Nora finally said, “The one he paid for.”
Daniel felt a pulse of anger.
“My son was working eighteen-hour days before he died. He wasn’t buying houses.”
“He did for us.”
“With what money?”
Nora lowered her eyes.
“We don’t know.”
That answer bothered Daniel more than anything else.
Ethan had been financially independent, but he had never been reckless. Daniel had raised him to understand money, contracts, investments.
“How long did you know him?”
“Almost two years.”
Daniel stared at them.
That meant Ethan had met them around the time he started avoiding his father.
Two years before his death.
“Where did he meet you?”
Elise whispered, “At the train station.”
“What was he doing there?”
“He was waiting for someone.”
“Who?”
The twins exchanged another look.
“A woman.”
Daniel’s fingers tightened around his coffee cup.
“Who?”
“We don’t know her name.”
“Did she know Ethan?”
“Yes.”
“Was she his girlfriend?”
“No.”
The answer came too quickly.
“Then who was she?”
Nora shook her head.
“Ethan said she was dangerous.”
Daniel’s stomach turned.
“Did Ethan ever say why?”
“He said she knew things about your family.”
Daniel went still.
“My family?”
The girls nodded.
Then Elise reached into her backpack.
She pulled out a small envelope.
“This was for you.”
Daniel didn’t touch it.
“Where did you get that?”
“Ethan gave it to us.”
“When?”
“Two days before he died.”
Daniel stared at the envelope.
His name was written on it.
DANIEL — OPEN ONLY IF THEY COME TO YOU.
His son’s handwriting.
There was no doubt.
Daniel opened it with trembling fingers.
Inside was one sentence.
Dad, if Nora and Elise ever find you, don’t trust anyone who tells you my death was an accident.
Daniel stopped breathing.
The café seemed to disappear around him.
He read it again.
And again.
Three years ago, the police had told him Ethan lost control of his car on a wet road.
No other vehicle was involved.
No suspicious evidence.
No reason to doubt the report.
Daniel had accepted it.
He had built his grief around it.
Now his dead son was telling him he had been wrong.
Daniel looked at the twins.
“Where are you living?”
The girls didn’t answer.
Nora whispered, “We aren’t supposed to tell.”
“Why?”
“Because people have been looking for us.”
Daniel stood immediately.
“Who?”
Before either girl could answer, his phone rang.
It was his head of security.
Daniel answered.
“Mr. Mercer, where are you?”
“The cemetery café.”
A pause.
Then the man’s voice became serious.
“Sir, you need to leave immediately.”
“Why?”
“We found someone watching the cemetery.”
Daniel looked through the window.
Across the street, a black sedan was parked beside a row of trees.
The windows were dark.
“Who is it?”
“We don’t know.”
Daniel looked back at the girls.
For the first time, they didn’t look like mysterious children.
They looked terrified.
And suddenly Daniel understood why.
Someone wasn’t watching him.
They were watching the twins.
