NovelStartChapter 1522 Brother And Sister
While Aaron aggressively demanded an answer, Dylan shut his eyes, unsure how he should respond to his son’s relentless
bombardment of difficult questions.
“Say it! Why—""
“That's because she’s your stepsister! Your sister from another mother!"*
Aaron's unfinished question died on his lips when he heard the answer.
Stunned, he stared blankly at his father. “What... What did you say?"
He was completely baffled. This is preposterous. How is that possible?
‘Aaron, Arielle is your sister from a different mother. She's the child born toby my beloved woman,’* Dylan explained again
with a frown, but his eyes never left Aaron's.
Actually, he had long wanted to tell Aaron about it but was deterred by the fact that his son might not be able to accept it. Hence,
he was hoping to delay it until his relationship with Arielle improved. It had never once crossed his mind that the secret would
cto light under such circumstances.
““No way! This is impossible!”* Aaron paled at his words. He felt his world turned upside down as though he had fallen into a dark
abyss, and his life was coming to an end soon. Utter despair and dejection washed over him, making his head throb continuously.
An instant heartache overcAaron.
The reality that was just relayed to him was far worse than discovering his own father developing feelings for Arielle.
How could Arielle be my sister? How ridiculous!
“This is true,” Dylan emphasized it once more, knowing that Aaron did not believe him the first time.
“They are all lies! | don’t believe you. Don’t you try to fool me!" Aaron responded dismissively before he went berserk and ran
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Watching his back as he left, Dylan could not comprehend Aaron’s huge reaction. Isn't it a wonderful thing to have an elder sister?
There's an additional person to love him henceforth. Why can’t he accept the fact that he has a sister?
Aaron felt so hopeless at that moment, like a stranded beast having no way to escape the grim truth of life. It had never once
occurred to him that the only woman whom he wanted to pursue so badly was his stepsister. This is a joke. Why did this have to
happen to me?
He sat in his car and buried his face in his palms, crying profusely. Tears kept streaming down from his eyes before they seeped
between his fingers and flowed down to the floor.
““No way. This can’t be so. You're definitely not my sister..." he bellowed as he drove out of the hospital at full speed.
He kept accelerating as if that was the only way to relieve his dissatisfaction, fury, and heart-wrenching despair that surged from
the bottom of his heart.
Meanwhile, Dylan withdrew his gaze and walked toward Vinson, only to realize that Vinson’s arm was wounded. He tapped the
latter's shoulder and said in a low voice, “You've been shot on your arm. Let the doctor perform surgery and take the bullet out for
you.”
Arter all, there were other operating theaters and emergency rooms available at the military hospital.
Upon hearing Dylan's words of concern, Vinson teared up again. “I'm sorry, Dad, for not taking good care of Sannie.””
Although Dylan was mad at him for failing his husband duties, he could not reproach Vinson when he saw the gunshot wounds on
the latter's arm.
Instead, he said, “You've done very well.”
Judging from their injuries, Dylan could roughly imagine how dangerous the situation was at that time. Vinson had to drive and
protect Arielle while dodging the bullets for her. Dylan could not complain, considering that Vinson had reduced the possible
damage to its minimum.
Then, he beckoned a doctor to take Vinson to the operating theater. However, the latter was adamant that he was not going to
move an inch until Arielle’s surgery was completed successfully.
Dylan had no choice but to let him be.
He gazed at the door, fretting and wondering how Arielle’s condition was.
Suddenly, the piercing ringing of his phone broke the silence. Dylan scanned the screen and answered the call. “What? What... did
you just say?’* He staggered a few steps back.
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