Chapter 217 You Brought This on Yourself
“Sister… your sister?” Queenie unconsciously repeated the word, disbelief filling her eyes.
It was only now, in hindsight, that she realized–Jean and Carl shared the same last name, Ginger.
But even so, who would have thought they were actually biological siblings?
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Carl almost never talked about his family. Any topic related to relatives had always been an off–limits taboo for him. Others feared touching his nerve and naturally didn’t dare ask.
And now, for him to openly declare that Jean was his biological sister–this wasn’t like him at all.
In fact, even Carl himself hadn’t expected those words to slip out of his mouth…
Had he finally reached the point of accepting that this girl… really was his sister?
Lowering his eyes to the blood–covered girl in his arms, Carl felt something twist deep in his chest—a dull, tugging pain he didn’t know how to describe.
Without another word, Carl turned and walked out with Jean still in his arms.
“Wait!” Queenie wasn’t willing to let it go. She rushed after him, voice breaking into desperation. “Please… give me another chance…. I didn’t know she was your sister…”
If Carl had told her Jean’s identity earlier, she never would’ve dared conduct the interrogation so ruthlessly.
Carl’s behavior was completely unpredictable.
At first, he’d said nothing, silently allowing her actions. And only now, after everything, did he tell her Jean was his sister…
Then again, Carl had always been an impossible man to read. No one ever really knew what was going on in his head.
“When she wakes up, I’ll apologize–I swear I will.” Queenie’s eyes brimmed with tears. She bit down on her lip, doing everything she could not to sob. “Please…”
Carl turned his head slightly. His eyes were as cold as winter frost as he glanced back-
“I won’t change my decision.”
“Queenie, you brought this on yourself.”
With that, Carl didn’t even pause. He walked out of the interrogation room without looking back.
His strides were quick. He passed through the corridor with Jean in his arms and headed straight to the infirmary.
“Treat her. Now.”
Placing the girl on a snow–white hospital bed, Carl issued the command with a voice like a blade.
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Instead, he stayed, silently watching the doctor’s every move with unwavering focus.
The doctor felt intense pressure, like a blade was hanging over his head.
He had to concentrate with everything he had, carefully treating the girl on the bed with utmost precision
and care.
At the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder–who exactly was this girl?
Why would Carl carry her here himself?
Why did he look so tense, so worried about her injuries?
For someone like Carl–cold, distant, always keeping people at arm’s length–this was completely out of character.
But of course, the doctor only dared think it. He would never ask out loud.
Carl leaned against the doorway, his cold, aloof gaze fixed steadily on Jean’s unconscious figure.
He knew full well he was acting strange.
He cared too much about this kid.
At first, he’d only gone to check if she was sleeping properly, and so had stopped by her room at night. But when he found it empty–Jean already gone–he’d known something was wrong.
Then, when he saw her bloodied body in the interrogation room, he hadn’t been able to stay calm at all.
It was like something in his brain had snapped. A flood of emotions–foreign, intense–smashed into him, threatening to blow everything wide open..
Something that urgently needed a release.
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