Chapter 119 Who is Gallan’s Betrothed?
Galian seemed caught off guard by my words. His voice fell into an eerie silence for a moment before returning, as gentle as ever, “What’s wrong, kiddo? Did someone give you a hard time out there?”
Hearing that nickname, I hesitated for a moment.
Ever since the first time we met, he’d always called me that. When he was in a good mood, it was “kiddo.” When he wasn’t, it was “shadow.”
The way he spoke to me was always tender and doting, sweep me back into the past.
and just that simple term of endearment could
I couldn’t bring myself to believe that someone who had once been as soft as moonlight was now, just like Philip, mired in corruption.
I took a deep breath, steadying my emotions, and replied with a light tone, “No one’s giving me a hard time. I just… really wanted to see you all of a sudden.”
His voice gave nothing away, but his words were a clear rejection. “Just give me a little time, alright? I’ve been buried in work lately and don’t have much to spare.”
I’d braced myself for this, so when I heard his words, I paused for a moment before whispering, “But, Galian… I really miss you.”
A low, quiet chuckle slipped through from the other end of the line. His voice was husky, just like how he used to comfort me in the past. “I miss you too, kiddo. But I’m really tied up with work right now. Give me a bit
more time, alright? At most, two weeks, and I’ll make time for you.”
Hearing that, I knew there was no room for negotiation this time.
He was adamant about avoiding me, and I couldn’t push too hard–it would make my intentions too obvious. I’d have to find another angle to approach, another way in.
Reluctantly, I relented. “Alright…”
Before I could finish, I heard a flurry of hurried footsteps on his end, followed by someone whispering urgently, “Mr. Evans, she’s completely lost control!”
The words were muffled, and it sounded like they said something more, but I couldn’t make it out.
Galian hung up the phone almost immediately after that.
I stared at the now–dark screen of my phone, my fingers clenched so tightly around it that my knuckles turned white.
Who was the “she” they were talking about?
Could it–could it possibly be my sister?
The moment that thought crossed my mind, my emotions spiraled out of control.
Lately, my emotions were slipping out of control more often, especially after receiving updates about my
sister. I took a deep breath, gripping the pendant hanging around my neck. I ran my fingers over its cheap, plastic texture, imagining my sister’s gentle voice soothing me.
Chapter 119 Who is Galia
I couldn’t afford to panic. I needed to keep it together. After all, I was finally so close to seeing her again. I couldn’t let my emotions get the better of me and ruin everything.
It took me a long time to calm myself down, but eventually, I managed to get a grip on myself.
my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, endlessly plotting how I could meet
That night, I didn’t sleep a wink as my mind was
Galian.
Based on what that person had said, it seemed my sister was in bad shape. Of course, she would be. After being in the hands of the Hartman family and Philip, she must’ve been pumped full of drugs. Those chemicals might’ve set off something in her system, causing her to lose control. If that was the case, I needed to see her even more desperately. She must be going through hell.
Unable to sleep, I got up and turned on my computer, scouring the internet for any information on Galian. I
knew his personality well–he’d never have my sister close to him. No matter how hard I searched, I wouldn’t find anything directly about her. But that wasn’t the point. I just needed an excuse to get near him. Finally, luck was on my side–I found an opportunity.
Three days later, Galian was hosting a banquet–supposedly an engagement party. I had no idea who his
fiancée was. The internet was completely silent about it. I even asked Darian to look into it, but he couldn’t
give me a clear answer. According to Darian, Galian’s fiancée was a complete mystery. Even the staff in his
household hadn’t caught a single hint about her.
For a moment, a crazy idea popped into my head. Could Galian’s fiancée possibly be my sister?
No, that couldn’t be. The moment the idea surfaced, I shut it down immediately. To the Hartman family and
the Hodge Group, my sister was a figure who could only stay hidden. If she were to step into the public eye, her identity would be exposed, and that would mean the end for them. They couldn’t risk that kind of fallout. And Galian, who was deeply involved in their schemes, wouldn’t make such a careless mistake.
A glint of sarcasm flashed in my eyes. After all, in their minds, whether it was my sister or the other women in this sordid operation, they were all mere playthings–hardly worth the risk.
At this thought, I lowered my gaze and sat frozen for what felt like an eternity.
My mind raced, spinning through one plan after another, each more complex than the last.
Half an hour flew by, and a plan began to take shape in my thoughts.
By now, dawn had already broken.
Still unable to sleep, I grabbed my phone and dialed Cyril’s number.
He picked up quicker than I’d anticipated–after just two rings, his voice crackled through the line. “Aurora?
How can I help?”
His voice carried a trace of weariness, and for a split second, I could’ve sworn he’d been sitting by the phone all night, ready to leap into action the moment I called.
The realization washed over me like a tidal wave, choking me up and making my eyes burn. I fought back the lump in my throat and whispered, “Cyril, can I see you?”
As soon as I spoke, a deep, husky chuckle rumbled through the phone–warm and undeniably pleased. It sent a shiver racing down my spine.
After a brief pause, his reply was simple yet firm. “Wait for me.”
