Chapter 139 It’s Very Different
However…
Jean couldn’t help but turn her head around.
She was sitting in the same row as Carl by coincidence.
The handsome and profound man was sitting beside her without a word.
The buttons and badges on his black suit were reflecting a cold, dazzling light.
The man didn’t speak up; Jean couldn’t bother to say anything either.
She pouted.
Carl thought to himself, Do I look cheap? as his brows furrowed.
Finished
Carl continued, You kept ignoring and despising me. I am not going out of my way to flatter someone who ignores me anymore. I’d better take a sleep first, treating this girl as nothingness. You don’t think I’m a sissy. do you?”
Jean was still alarmed by how Cal had behaved earlier. But now she tilted her head back and casually leaned against her seat and closed her eyes.
Carl couldn’t help but turn his head.
His icy gaze was fixed on Jean’s face; darkness filled his hollow, calm eyes.
It was very different.
The man’s cold, stiff thoughts were now showing fluctuations at this very moment. He reached. this conclusion about her sister, whom he had met for the first time–a brat who was different from the others.
This was probably due to the fact that he could hear her inner voice and got to see the most genuine and vibrant side of her.
Flattering, cautious, cold, and dull–those were the traits he’d seen from those around him. In contrast, Jean indeed looked pretty different.
Carl thought so.
After Dominic and Ludwig boarded the plane, they received temporary treatments from the Night Sentinel’s medical team on board.
However, their injuries were complicated and serious. Given the limited resources on board, they could only perform temporary treatinents. Further treatments would have to wait after they landed.
Chapter 139 It’s Very Different
smoothly at the town beyond the hills and forests.
Dominic and Ludwig were assisted off the plane.
Jean followed behind Carl and walked down the staircase step by step.
Sienna had been waiting for them at this crude airport for a long time.
The moment she saw her children appearing at the cabin door, her eyes reddened uncontrollably. Bitter tears welled up, rolling in her eyes.
Finally,
All her children appeared before her neatly.
They were still alive!
No news could be better than this.
Finished
Sienna took a deep breath and reached up to wipe away her tears that were about to escape from her eyes as she ran straight towards her children.
The bodyguard beside her dared not let his guard down as he followed her steps immediately.
She came before Dominic first and called out his name, “Dominic…”
At this moment, her oldest child could barely keep his eyes open while he was carried by the Night Sentinel; his silence was horrifying.
Sienna arched her brows; an unsettling feeling welled up within her. She looked at the Night Sentinel beside her and asked in a panic–stricken, tight tone, “Is… is he alright? Is he still alive?”
The Night Sentinel beside her answered patiently, “Don’t worry. He’s still alive.”
Sienna felt the weight lift off her heart.
Dominic was put on a stretcher and swiftly carried into an ambulance. Along with him was a young man whom Sienna didn’t recognize.
“Mom,” It was then a crisp, female voice that echoed in her ear.
Following the voice, Jean’s porcelain–like, delicate face came into Sienna’s sight.
Sienna couldn’t help but bite her lips.
Her trembling gaze swept over Jean, as if she was confirming if her daughter was perfectly fine.
