Chapter 137 Kind of Annoying
“Carl, do you remember when you were little you, your brother, and your younger brother spent my birthday with me?”
When we were little Carl’s gaze paused slightly. His childhood memories were already a blur
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As he zoned out, Sienna’s soft voice kept playing in his com “Back then, the three of you sat around me while I made a wish in front of my birthday cake… I still remember it like it was yesterday. You told me that when you grew up, you’d protect my wish and help make it come true. You probably don’t remember, but I only have one wish now I want to find Dominic and Jean Will you help me make that happen?”
Sienna’s voice, like a pebble with weight, dropped into the still waters of Card’s heart and stirred
sected ripples
He really didn’t remember. But somewhere deep down, he vaguely felt like it might have happened. Could he really have been that warm and innocent as a childr
Forced by his mother to recall those moments, something uneasy surfaced in Carl’s dark, steel- like heart.
It was like he was having an allergic reaction to that version of himself so bright and soft–and
His emotions rose and fell, looping around before finally settling back where they started.
As if pulled by some unseen force, Carl ended up agreeing.
“Just this once.”
Just this once—to pay the debt owed by that strange version of himself from the past.
Carl ligured that who he was now was far more normal. He followed his own rhythm, didn’t need too much emotion or sentiment, and preferred to stick to the plan.
This would be the first time he made an exception since becoming a Night Sentinel
He didn’t need a big team, five or six subordinates would be enough.
They boarded a special operations aircraft reserved exclusively for the Night Sentinel and quickly flew to Northara.
Everything went smoothly–aside from the fact that the black–clad men had ched far too decisively, leaving no one alive to interrogate.
ut that didn’t matter anymore.
Right now
Chapter 137 Kind of Annoying
slightest attempt to hide it. Of course, she could feel it.
She met his heavy stare, then suddenly smiled and called out sweetly, “My dear brother…”
Finished
Carl’s expression didn’t change much; you could even call it indifferent. But no one knew that the moment he heard her call him brother, the tips of his cold fingers trembled just slightly.
He was rarely called that–especially not by a girl like her.
He had barely seen Jean. His knowledge of this little sister extended only as far as her name and. her age.
That was it. Nothing more.
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