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The Family 136

    Chapter 136 He Was a Machine


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    Even though the person at the center of this incident was his own biological brother, Carl had always kept his personal and professional life strictly <b>separate</b>.


    People called him an emotionless machine; he never gave special treatment to his own family-


    Especially since he wasn’t particrly close to them to begin with.


    When he saw the news of Dominic’s ne crash, his heart didn’t waver in the <b>slightest</b>; it was as calm and t as a still <bke</b>.


    Over the years, it was as if his heart had been forged into hardened steel; the softness and warmth had long since drained out of him. He was more like a cold machine than a human being.


    Even with the headlines flooding in about the crash, he calmly scrolled past them, as if he hadn’t seen anything at all.


    But what he hadn’t expected, was that Sienna would reach <b>out </b>to him.


    His mother was a proud woman, defined by ambition and busyness; the


    To Carl, they were like a hazy cloud–nothing clear or distinct remained.


    He had pretty much forgotten all of it.


    <b>rest </b>of her traits-


    No—there was still one thing he remembered. Sienna had loved her husband deeply, the man who was his father.


    If she had a mental ranking of priorities, Matheo would have always been in first ce. The


    children came after.


    This mother of his, who hadn’t contacted him in what felt like a hundred years, suddenly called his private number; to Carl, it felt like a disruption to the natural order of things.


    Like a glitch in a perfectly coded program–this sort of anomaly didn’t belong in his daily routine.


    He didn’t refuse the call. Truthfully, he was curious what Sienna wanted to say to him.


    Only Carl knew that, just before he picked up the phone, something strange and restless had stirred in his otherwise still heart.


    The very first thing she said-


    Sienna got straight to the point, bluntlyying out her request.


    “I’m in Northara right now. I originally came here to deal with Dominic’s


    tuation in person… but things have taken a turn. Dominic’s fate is still up in the air, and now I’ve lost Jean. Do you know her? She’s your <b>youngest </b>sister She <b>probably </b>pot Inst somewhere in the Northaran mountains


    Chapter 136 He Was a Machine


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    your brother and your sister are most likely lost in that forest out here in Northara… and I believe you’re the one who can find them fast. Right now, we’re racing against the clock, We have to move quickly.”


    There was a faint quiver in Sienna’s voice–not obvious, but Carl caught it.


    He let her go on and on without interrupting. His face remained calm, unreadable–like a sheet of cold white paper, empty <b>and </b>t.


    “Carl, are you listening?”


    He hadn’t spoken a single word, and Sienna couldn’t help but ask.


    “I’m listening.”


    Carl finally spoke, his voice deep and void of emotion; it sounded like metal scraping against.


    metal.


    “I won’t step


    in.”


    No excuses, no softening the blow. He gave Sienna a cold, direct answer.


    Right now, he was just a Night Sentinel. He wasn’t anyone’s son, or anyone’s brother.


    This situation with Dominic wasn’t something a Night Sentinel had any business getting involved<ol><li>in.</li></ol>


    And if that was the case, he wouldn’t lift a finger.


    Sienna froze when she heard that; she didn’t speak for a long moment.


    Carl waited patiently for a few seconds, then frowned slightly, already growing a bit impatient.


    “If you’re not going to say anything else, I’ll hang up-


    “Wait.”


    Sienna suddenly cut in, her voice tinged with urgency.


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