Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle played it cool, shifting her attention to Emma instead. "How's the recovery going?" she asked.

Emma, having been under Dustin's care for quite some time, had regained some weight, but she still seemed a bit worn out. Bringing those two little ones into the world had really taken its toll on her. "Much better," Emma replied, "the wounds have started to heal."

Brielle settled next to her, chatting for a while longer. After about an hour, she and Max headed out. Not long after they left, Aubree dropped by with a fruit basket, ready to check in.

Dustin's social media post about the arrival of his twins had taken everyone by surprise, especially Jaired. He filled the comment section with question marks, asking, "When did you get a girlfriend?" and "When did you have kids?" He even joked, "Mr. Lynch, have you been hitting the bottle?"

But when Dustin followed up with a picture of the twins sleeping, everyone finally believed he was a dad.

Meanwhile, over in North America at the Lynch family home, Sarah was in her element, tending to her beloved garden, while Raymond savored his tea. They'd only just learned that Isaac was their grandson and were over the moon.

Their joy hadn't even settled before Raymond stumbled upon Dustin's post. He immediately thought it was a prank. Turning to Sarah, he quipped, "Looks like Jett got a bit jealous of Yuna having a big kid and lost his marbles."

Sarah, ever the perceptive one, paused in her tracks and called Dustin right away. Only then did Dustin realize he hadn't filled his folks in yet, so he went over the whole Emma situation.noveldrama

Sarah was taken aback, needing a moment to let it all sink in. "So you're telling us you have twins now?" she asked.

"Yep, you're grandparents again," Dustin confirmed.

Sarah and Raymond exchanged a glance they couldn't stay put any longer and quickly hopped on a private jet to Beaconsfield.

Emma was a bundle of nerves when she heard Dustin's parents were coming. She'd never met them before, and the grand gesture made her wonder if a wedding was on the horizon, just like Dustin had hinted.

But after her initial jitters, she was hit with a wave of disappointment. Dustin seemed to care for her solely because she was the mother of his kids. As a woman, she longed for him to see her beyond that role, to notice her charm and femininity. This realization stung, but she had to come to terms with it.

The next day, Sarah and Raymond arrived at the hospital, showering Emma with warmth and concern. Emma, initially anxious, gradually relaxed in their graceful company.

Raymond pulled Dustin aside in the corridor, giving his shoulder a firm pat. "Son, you did good! But make sure you treat her right. Cut ties with any of those messy exes, okay?" Dustin sighed, "Dad, let's focus on Emma. Why bring up my exes?"

Raymond sighed back, "Just remember, no fooling around. She's given you two beautiful children at great personal cost. If you mess up, you'll have me to deal with!" Dustin quickly reassured him, "I won't."

Inside, Sarah chatted with Emma, then came out to give Dustin a piece of her mind, insisting that Emma mustn't be mistreated.

Sarah and Raymond were genuinely

worried, knowing their son's

reputation as a notorious playboy

across North America. His social media update had even caused

several exes to trend online.

Sarah couldn't shake her concern, mindful of the saying that old habits die hard. "Jett, if I ever catch wind of any news about you being unfaithful, I'll come over and set you straight myself."

Sarah, noticing Emma's nerves around them, easily pieced together the reason. After spending a week there and a day at the Premier Palace, Sarah and Raymond headed back home.

As soon as they left the hospital, Emma visibly relaxed. She was set to be discharged today, her wounds healed enough for her to recover at home.

Dustin had arranged for her to stay at his villa, with three nannies hired to handle the twins' feeding and diaper changes, giving Emma a much-needed break.

However, Dustin found himself busier than ever, juggling meetings, taking care of the kids, and cooking for Emma.

Now able to move around, Emma sat on the couch as Dustin prepped dinner in the kitchen. It was already seven in the evening.

With the nannies upstairs tending to

the babies, Emma was watching TV alone. Just as she reached for a fork to enjoy some fruit, she noticed Dustin's phone light up with a new message.

Without meaning to pry, her eyes caught the top line of the text: "Jett, I'm pregnant."