NovelXXXChapter 396 She didn't really care whether Wade was her brother or not. In fact, she'd prefer if he had nothing to do with her at all. Even if it turned out Wade truly was her brother, she still wouldn't acknowledge him.
Wade listened to his sister's cold, final words, and his heart ached. But instead of blaming her, he forced a smile and said gently, "I know this is hard for you to accept right now. I won't push you." Worried she'd end up hating him even more, a flicker of sadness passed through Wade's eyes. He added, "I'll go now. Don't let this ruin your day, okay?" Curry, who'd been hovering nearby, could hardly believe what he was seeing. The young master of the Saunders family was usually the center of attention wherever he went; this was the first tCurry had ever seen him look so humble-almost pitiful.
Citrine eyed Wade with a frosty, unreadable expression.
After leaving the competition venue, Citrine and Travis went out to celebrate with a few friends. They'd just taken their seats at a cozy Italian restaurant when Citrine's phone suddenly rang.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was a video call from Raymond.
Citrine hesitated for a moment before finally accepting the call.
It had been a long tsince Raymond had last spoken to his daughter. He took a deep breath, clearly nervous, and spoke carefully. "Citrine, I watched the live stream of your competition online. I heard you won the world championship." He hurried to add, “Congratulations, Citrine. I'm so proud of you." "Thank you." Citrine managed a polite, distant smile for the camera, her tone cordial but cool.
Raymond could feel the distance in her voice and it made him anxious, more desperate than ever to see her.
After a pause, he tried again. "Citrine, we've prepared a big dinner at hto celebrate. Could you... would you please chome? Just for a bit?" His voice grew softer, almost pleading.
Citrine pressed her lips together and said nothing.
Ever since she'd been ill the last time, Raymond had called repeatedly, but she had always turned him down. Meanwhile, in the living room at home, Weston was growing impatient as Raymond failed to convince Citrine. He shot Raymond a withering look and snapped, "Useless. Lethandle this." Without waiting for a response, Weston snatched the phone from Raymond's hands.
Grumbling into the camera, he barked, "You little brat, how long has it been since you visited your old grandpa? What, are you waiting forto cbeg you in person?" Manley crowded into the frame, too. "Citrine, Uncle Manley misses you. Chsoon, alright?" Travis, sitting beside Citrine, shuddered the moment he heard his dad's cooing voice. He'd only been away for a few months, but suddenly Manley had learned to act all sweet and clingy-his voice was even higher than usual.
Yikes. Cloying. Gross.
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Feeling the weight of her elders' repeated invitations, Citrine couldn't bring herself to refuse anymore. After almoment's hesitation, she agreed. "Alright, I'll chome." On the other end, Raymond and the rest of the family were over the moon at her answer. Weston, despite his age, was practically bouncing on the sofa with excitement.
Travis listened to the cheers from hand grinned, thinking surely it would be his turn next After all, he'd just won a world championship too-it was only fair he got a little homecoming celebration of his own. He waited. And waited. Even after Citrine hung up, nobody at hmentioned him.
Dumbfounded, Travis turned to Citrine. "Wait, that's it? They didn't say a single word about me?" "Nope." Citrine tried to look sympathetic, but she couldn't hold back a smirk.
Travis was indignant. "Seriously? You'd think they'd show a little ON ŏm affection. I've been gone for months, and not one of them even asked about me. Am I really worth less than the family dog?"
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