Surrender, Prickly

My parent came back from a business trip with… no, not a little flower. Twin newborn brothers—he’d picked them up on the side. The stepmother ran away from home with that “gift,” and care for the babies fell on my shoulders. The irresponsible father decided that instead of him helping me, it should be a young, handsome, rich owner of a private children’s clinic. Only, you see, we have a long-standing dislike for each other…