RankNovelChapter 131 Not long after Citrine left, the man tasked with keeping order suddenly received a message from the school, informing him he'd need to cin tomorrow to complete his resignation paperwork.
His hand trembled. He immediately remembered what that girl had said to him just moments ago; all the color drained from his face.
It was her. It had to be her.
*** Meanwhile, after dropping Travis off at the hospital, Citrine suddenly remembered something. After thinking it over, she sent Manley a quick message.
CICI: Uncle, Travis is hurt. He's at Havencrest PrMedical Center.
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Manley: He's not dead, is he? Citrine stared at the message, her expression torn. She wasn't quite sure if Manley had sent that by mistake. She hesitated, then typed another message.
CICI: Uncle, I have something I need to take care of in a little bit. Would you be able to cpick up Travis? Manley: Are you there too? Seeing his reply, Citrine finally let out a breath of relief. At least this tManley hadn't said anything weird- otherwise, she wouldn't have known how to respond. Before she could say anything else, another message popped up.
Manley: Giveten minutes.
*** By now, Travis had just finished getting patched up. As the nurse helped him out of the treatment room, he spotted Citrine sitting in the waiting area, looking out for him.
The moment she saw him, Citrine stood and walked over, taking the nurse's place by his side.
Travis had been through his share of injuries growing up, and he'd always toughed it out alone. This was the first tanyone had accompanied him to the hospital, bustling around to help.
He opened his mouth, uncomfortable, and mumbled, "Thanks." Citrine's smile was sudden and bright. "Don't mention it. You're my brother, after all." Travis looked at her, and for sreason, her tone sounded almost playful-like a little sister teasing her big brother. The tips of his ears turned pink. He glanced away, awkward.
Thinking of how badly he'd embarrassed himself in front of her during the match today, Travis felt a surge of frustration.
He peeked at her, hesitant. "Um... do you think I'm useless? Since I didn't win a medal?" Citrine blinked, then smiled. "You did great. Besides, that other guy tripped you on purpose. If not for that, first place would've been yours." Travis watched her smile, and suddenly memories he thought he'd buried long ago surfaced in his mind. Sharp words from the past echoed painfully: "Travis, you're hopeless. How could you mess up something so easy?" "Travis, you're a disgrace to the Carmichael family. You'll never measure up to your father or your uncle." "You're just a worthless nobody. We never should've bothered taking you in."
"Don't cto my school anymore, big brother. My friends all laugh atbecause you go to Havencrest E Tech. You makelook bad." "Can't you be better, big brother? Everyone else's brother is amazing. You just play video games all day." Travis stared at Citrine, her gaze clear and honest—no hint of disappointment or contempt.
He realized, with a jolt, that she actually meant what she said.
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For years, the Carmichael family had labeled him a lost cause. This was the first tsomeone had told him he was already good enough. Something indescribable stirred in his chest. He was about to say something-anything-when he suddenly noticed the man in the wheelchair at the entrance.
"What are you doing here?" Travis shot his so-called father a cool glance, surprise flickering in his eyes.
After all, his father had never shown him a shred of affection. Travis qquld drop dead gut on the street, and Manley wouldn't shed a single tear. Whenever Travis got sick, Manley never even asked after him, let alone visited.
The only explanation had to be Citrine.
And sure enough, Manley's next words confirmed it.
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