Chapter 73 Who’s Your Sister?
Chapter 73 Who’s Your Sister?
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Now he finally saw the truth–it wasn’t Azalea who needed correction. From the very beginning, their prejudiced lenses had distorted everything she did.
His parents‘ words stabbed like daggers, each syllable twisting his heart until he could barely breathe. The hypocrisy was staggering–had Sydney started a club, they’d have mobilized the entire family’s resources to support her.
But when Azalea pursued her dreams, suddenly, it was “getting too ambitious“?
Clipping her wings was supposed to be for her own good?
If they refused to be her foundation, he would!
Bastian’s gaze hardened as he swept it across these once–familiar, now–alien faces. “I refuse. If you guys want to do this, do it yourselves. From this day forward, I won’t do anything that will make Azalea unhappy again.”
He threw those words down, then glanced at the untouched, now–cold dinner spread across the table, his tone laced with mockery. “It seems like tonight’s family dinner wasn’t really about eating together. You just needed a reason to summon me and Cassius back to lecture us. In that case, there’s no point in eating this meal.”
With a stiff bow, he turned his back on the suffocating household and left.
Although the Larks primarily resided at the family estate, they maintained private residences across the city. Yet instead of heading to his apartment, Bastian went to an upscale condominium complex.
He parked his car beneath a towering oak’s shadow.
From this angle, he could just make out her window…
Ever since Azalea resurfaced after the police report, Bastian had asked his assistant to quietly keep tabs on her. Not the small stuff–but anything important had to be reported to him immediately.
The moment he found out she’d moved out of Ashbourne Villa, he was overjoyed. Hubert had recently left Draywick for Wisteria, and soon after, Azalea moved out.
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He didn’t know exactly what had happened between them, but to him, it was a perfect chance to make amends. When she was still at Ashbourne, he rarely got a chance to properly talk to her or try to make up for the past.
Azalea’s move to a new place had somehow leaked to the club. The others insisted on celebrating. She’d just come back from dinner with them.
As she walked toward her building, she spotted a familiar figure standing beneath a streetlamp, facing the direction of her apartment.
Bastian? He’s here again?
Her frown deepened at the memory of his inexplicable public defense. Out of nowhere–he’d stood up for her online. What kind of madness had taken hold of him? The look on her face turned mocking. Did Bastian really think that a few kind words were enough to earn her gratitude?
If so, he was even more delusional than she’d thought.
She wasn’t the same Azalea she once was.
She scoffed inwardly and didn’t even plan to acknowledge him. If he wanted to wait, he could wait.
She walked straight ahead, pretending not to see him.
But this man, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, turned around–and their eyes met.
One joyful, the other irritated.
“Azalea, you’re back? Did you go out for dinner?” Bastian asked, trying to sound light. His gaze was soft like he hadn’t seen her in a long time.
She looked a little fuller now. It was obvious she’d been taking good care of herself while away from the house.
Bastian felt a pang in his chest. How had I been so blind before, unable to see what a good
sister I had?
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Azalea, on the other hand, looked utterly disgusted. She physically stepped back, making it clear she didn’t want him near her. “I broke your family rules and ate something, so you got angry and came to scold me?”
No. That wasn’t why I came here. He just wanted to see if she was doing okay—if she needed anything.
Bastian froze, then quickly explained, “Azalea, my sister, you misunderstood. I know I was wrong…”
“Who’s your sister? Can you stop pretending we’re related?”
Hearing her outright deny their relationship was like having his heart ripped from his chest.
His face went pale, his eyes blank. “Okay, no labels. I heard you started a club. I have experience with that. I can help–with recruiting, operations, anything. If you need it, you can use my network, my resources, anything.”
He spoke gently, cautiously, like he was afraid of saying something else that would upset her.
His gaze was earnest, practically pleading.
Azalea looked at him. If this had been in the past, hearing these words would’ve kept her grinning for days, sleepless with joy. Now? She felt nothing. In fact, she almost laughed.
Where was this attitude when it actually mattered?
So those three years she suffered–what, did that not count? Was that my own fault for wanting too much?
Now he suddenly wanted to help her? To “support” her?
She didn’t believe for a second that Bastian had suddenly grown a heart. He must have seen that she was in the early stages of building her club and figured she was vulnerable. Who knows? Maybe he plans to “help” her so thoroughly that one day, Team GOD would be renamed Anexis.
Once the thought occurred to her, it was hard to shake. The mockery that had just been on her face quickly gave way to a far more serious expression.
