Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh novel Chapter 264

Chapter 264 Blood Relations

Selena was surprised.

No wonder Hattie is extra intimate with her today, and even vaguely something else is coming out.

She inclined her head to look at the man sitting beside her and asked in a low voice, "Why?"

Hattie is already close enough, and it is obvious that Osvaldo would not say such a phrase for no reason.

Selena vaguely guessed something, and her brow frowned slightly.

The fingertips of Osvaldo smoothed the crease at her brow, his voice inaudible with emotion, "You are her sister."

Originally, these things were not intended to be told to her.

He didn't like the idea of her setting her mind on anyone other than him.

But after what happened last night, he felt that to keep this girl in his arms, affection and responsibility cannot do without the other.

Even for this girl, responsibility comes before affection.

The mind of Osvaldo was unknown to Selena, and after listening to Osvaldo's words, she began to quietly ponder over them.

Nevaeh, Selena and Hattie, all rare good girls, did not end up in a good place.

Selena's eyes went cold and she did not speak again, concentrating on staring at the scene ahead.

Osvaldo's eyes went dim.

If it were any other person, knowing that Hattie was related to her by blood, they would all be bound to dig into the bottom.

Only Selena, who saved Hattie, did not have the slightest intention of asking the Riddle family in the capital.

There is no resentment, no accusation, no yearning or longing or anything like that, no emotion whatsoever.

Nor did Osvaldo mention it again.

Selena looked ahead as Hattie filmed the scene, and he watched Selena intently.

Selena's mind was full of thoughts on Hattie and Matthew at this moment, and she did not notice his difference.

The scene was big.

Matthew is an orphan.

On the third day of the town's closure, this gangly man finally began to sense that something was wrong.

He spent the whole day walking all around the town from dawn to dark and back again, intent on finding a way out.

But no.

All the ways out were blocked.

The town became a dead town.

The moment he realised what was happening, a flash of panic appeared on Matthew's face.

He looked up at the high concrete wall, and even the bright light of the sky became extraordinarily depressing and dead in his eyes.

The endless panic was like a vine, tightly wrapped around his heart.

He finally knew where the strange and panicked looks of the adults had come from in the past few days.

Just as he was at a loss for words, a hand took his hand.

Matthew lowered his head and saw a childish face.

Little Phoebe struggled to stand on tiptoe and showed him the bamboo shoots she had painted.

Matthew froze.

Little Phoebe had a beautiful handwriting and had name her painting -

Breaking Ground.

Matthew looked down to meet the girl's dark, clear eyes.

There was no hint of despair or fear in little Phoebe's eyes, only a childish hope.

She reassured the scared person very seriously, "My teacher said that when the bamboo shoots sprout, I will be able to rush out."

"I will take everyone out with me."

Emotions are contagious.

Perhaps infected by the pure hope in Little Phoebe's eyes, Matthew's cold hands and feet gradually regained their warmth.

He squatted down, looked into little Phoebe's eyes and smiled, "Phoebe, you are right, when the bamboo shoots break the ground, we can get out."