Twins Beg Their Mother Not to Wake the Sleeping Gateman — Not Knowing He Is Their Real Father

This time Elijah moved slightly, but only barely. He looked exhausted, as if even opening his eyes would take too much strength.

Jordan turned to his brother at once. “We have to tell Mom.”

The twins ran inside together, their polished shoes tapping quickly across the shining floor as they crossed the wide entrance hall.

Inside Vanessa’s private sitting room, the air already felt tense. Vanessa Hart stood near the window with a phone in one hand and anger on her face. Her voice was low but cold, the kind of cold that made people nearby speak carefully. Across from her sat Bianca Vale, elegant and composed, watching with narrowed eyes as if she enjoyed every storm she did not have to clean up.

Vanessa ended the call sharply. “Unbelievable.”

“Mother,” Jallen said quickly. “It’s Elijah.”

Vanessa turned. “What about him?”

“He’s outside,” Jordan said. “He looks really sick.”

“He was sleeping at the gate,” Jallen added. “But not like normal. He looks weak.”

Bianca lifted one perfect brow. “Sleeping while on duty?”

Jordan shook his head. “No, that’s not what we mean.”

But Vanessa’s expression had already hardened.

“At this time,” Bianca said softly, rising from her chair, “with the gala one week away, that is not exhaustion. That is negligence.”

“Please listen,” Jallen said.

Vanessa did not. She strode past them in her heels, each step sharp against the marble floor. Bianca followed with quiet interest. The twins hurried after them, their hearts pounding.

By the time they reached the gate, two gardeners had paused their work. The driver stood nearby. A delivery man waited with boxes by the entrance. All of them turned as Vanessa approached.

“Elijah.”

Vanessa’s voice cut through the courtyard.

Elijah woke suddenly and tried to stand. He nearly lost his balance before catching himself against the post.

“I’m sorry, Madam,” he said weakly.

Vanessa’s face was like stone. “Sorry? You sleep at the gate of my home in broad daylight in front of visitors, and all you have is sorry?”

“Mother, please,” Jordan said, stepping forward. “He doesn’t look well.”

Vanessa ignored him. “I have tolerated enough carelessness,” she said. “This house runs on discipline, not excuses.”

Elijah lowered his head. “Madam, I was not trying to fail in my duty.”

Bianca folded her arms. “Intentions do not matter when standards collapse.”

Jallen’s voice rose with panic. “He needs help, not shouting!”

For a brief second, silence fell.

Then Vanessa looked at Elijah with cold finality.

“You are dismissed,” she said. “Leave this estate today.”

Jordan gasped. “Mom—”

But it was done.