When the Book Traveling Girl Meets the Reborn Girl
Chapter 372 The Past He Wouldn’t Speak Of
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She didn’t use her in–game identity this time. Instead, she messaged Dalton directly from her Jean
ount.
Jean: “What’s going on with you today? Are you upset?”
Jean: “Winston already told me what happened. I didn’t expect you to get exposed that <b>fast</b><b>…</b>”
Jean: “You know what my brother’s like. When he gets like that, it’s best to just y dead. Pushing back. never ends well.”
Jean: “But don’t me yourself. This whole thing happened because of me. I was the one who insisted you join Winston’s team…”
She fired off several messages in a row, and soon enough, Dalton replied.
Dalton: “I’m fine. This has nothing to do with you.”
Dalton: “I’m not upset. I may seem easygoing, but I’ve got my own bottom lines too.”
Dalton: “Your brother’s a pretty stubborn guy…”
Dalton: “Two stubborn people shing–this kind of thing was bound to happen.”
Dalton: “Sorry, I guess I messed up. I promised you I’d stay hidden, and I blew it.”
Jean hurried to type back.
Jean: “You don’t need to apologize. If I hadn’t dragged you into this, none of it would’ve happened…“.
Jean: “And my brother… yeah, he’s not exactly easy to deal with…”
Dalton: “He wants me gone, doesn’t he?”
He hit the nail on the head, and Jean couldn’t help but press her lips together.
Jean: “That’s kind of what he’s getting at, but…”
Jean: “Since we’re already here, can you please just tell me what happened between you two?”
Jean: “Though I guess you probably don’t want to talk about it. Honestly, I’m curious about what happened to my brother when he was younger too…”
The earlier small talk was just a warm–up. What Jean really wanted was to dig into their past.
She was dying to know, but none of them seemed willing to speak.
What could be so unspeakable?
Even the novel hadn’t covered this part. She <b>was </bpletely in the dark.
No reply came from the other side. Jean sighed and typed again.
Jean: “It’s okay if you don’t want to say. I was just asking.”
Chapter 372 The Past He Wouldn’t Speak of
A few secondster, Dalton finally responded.
Dalton: “If you <b>really </b>want to know, I guess <b>it’s </b>not something I can’t talk about.”
Jean’s eyes instantly lit up.
Oho, now we’re getting somewhere.
Jéan: “I really do want to know! Please, please tell me!”
She made no effort to hide her curiosity–she was <i>dying </i>to hear it.
Dalton: “It’s a long story. I might ramble a bit, hope you don’t mind.”
Jean gripped her phone in excitement. Mind? She was thrilled.
Jean: “Go ahead! I’m already sitting here with popcorn ready.”
And so, Dalton told her everything.
Turns out, he and Winston had known each other for a long time-
Longer than Jean had imagined.
The first time they met, they were only eight years old.
Back then, Dalton hadn’t been in a wheelchair. He was just a healthy, normal kid.
And Winston, who was the same age, wasn’t yet the cold–blooded, sharp–tempered person he was now.
ording to Dalton’s memory, Winston hadn’t had a happy life, but he still carried traces of childhood innocence.
Winston came from the prestigious Ginger family and never had to worry about food or money. But the cold, twisted environment at home had worn his heart down.
Little by little, his heart grew colder and harder, ground down by his parents again and again—
Until finally, that incident happened…
And Winston
never the same again.
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