Chapter 460 Just the Same
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Dominic thought in his mind, <i>that </i><i>was </i><i>the </i><i>first </i><i>time </i><i>I </i>had <i>ever </i><i>looked </i><i>at </i><i>my </i><i>younger </i>brother with a different mindset, through <i>a </i>different <i>lens</i>.
After that, <i>a </i><i>lot </i><i>happened</i><i>. </i>
<i>The </i>Ginger <i>family </i><i>cut </i><i>out </i><i>its </i><i>parasitic </i><i>rot </i><i>and </i><i>slowly </i><i>started </i><i>to </i><i>breathe </i>new life.
<i>I </i>had <i>thought </i><i>everything </i>was <i>back </i><i>on </i><i>track</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>that </i><i>my </i>rtionships <i>with </i><i>everyone </i><i>in </i>the family <i>were </i>slowly mending
But what I didn’t expect was <i>that </i><i>Winston </i><i>still </i><i>held </i><i>on </i><i>tightly </i><i>to </i>what had happened back then.
I didn’t think I had done <i>anything </i>wrong.
After all, Winston’s kidnapping had <i>nothing </i><i>to </i><i>do </i><i>with </i><i>me</i><i>. </i>
<i>My </i>real mistake… was <i>knowing </i><i>how </i>much <i>that </i><i>incident </i><i>meant </i><i>to </i><i>Winston</i><i>–</i>how deeply it <i>hurt </i>him–and still choosing
to respond with cold, <i>sharp </i><i>words </i><i>that </i><i>stabbed </i><i>him </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>heart </i><i>instead </i><i>of </i><i>offering </i><i>any </i><i>gentleness</i>.
At that thought, Dominic’e
eyes grew heavier, darker.
He stared directly into W’s eyes. Something deeper flickered in his gaze.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
After a long stretch of silence, Winston finally broke it with a cool and detached tone, as if nothing had happened.
“Huh?” Jean blinked in surprise.
She scratched her head, then gave him a half–smile, half–re.
“Cut it out. Don’t y dumb.”
Her smile vanished as her tone grew serious.
“You know exactly what I mean. Only the one who tied the knot can untie it,” she said while ncing sideways at Dominic, as if letting out a sigh.
“That’s why I brought him here. You two need to talk.”
Winston’s face stayed as frozen as ever.
Like a chunk of ice that refused to melt.
“I don’t think there’s anything to talk about.”
He didn’t even nce at Dominic as he spat those words, his tone as cold as ever.
At that moment, Dominic felt something heavy sink inside his chest, like he was falling into a frozen abyss.
His fingers curled instinctively./
He felt like he should say something, but the words got stuck in his throat and wouldn’te out.
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“Oh, please.” Jean squinted at him with a teasing smile that carried just a hint of sarcasm.
“You’re acting just like Dalton–going on and on about how you don’t want to talk about the past.”
Winston’s pupils flinched at the mention of that name.
He hadn’t expected her to bring up Dalton out of nowhere…
And in that instant, he finally understood what Dalton must have felt.
<i>We </i>are <i>exactly </i><i>the </i>same.
<i>Angry </i><i>and </i><i>bitter </i><i>over </i><i>the </i><i>past</i><i>, </i><i>but </i>unwilling <i>to </i><i>show </i><i>how </i><i>much </i>it <i>truly </i><i>mattered</i><i>. </i><i>Pretending </i>we didn’t <i>care</i><i>. </i>Pretending it didn’t <i>hurt</i>.
<i>Jean </i><i>is </i><i>right</i><i>. </i>My mindset right <i>now </i>is <i>no </i><i>different </i><i>from </i><i>Dalton’s</i><i>. </i>
And I <i>hated </i>the way <i>Dalton </i><i>dealt </i><i>with </i><i>things- </i>
<i>So </i><i>calm </i><i>on </i><i>the </i><i>surface</i>. <i>So </i><i>decisive </i><i>underneath</i><i>. </i><i>Refusing </i><i>to </i><i>give </i><i>anyone </i><i>a </i><i>single </i><i>chance</i>.
But now, I <i>have </i><i>be </i><i>the </i><i>very </i><i>person </i><i>I </i><i>used </i><i>to </i>dislike.
<i>If </i><i>I </i><i>put </i><i>myself </i><i>in </i><i>their </i><i>shoes</i><i>, </i><i>Jean </i><i>and </i><i>Dominic </i><i>probably </i><i>saw </i><i>me </i><i>as </i>impossible <i>to </i><i>talk </i>to too…
Winston let out a long sigh.
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His gaze drifted slightly. The cold look in his eyes moved from Jean to Dominic. His tone, for the first time, softened a little.
“You guys should sit. The tea’s getting cold.”
Jean’s eyes lit up at those words.
She instinctively smiled, lips curling into a gentle arc.
“Alright! Looks like you’re finally willing to have a real talk with us.”
Winston said nothing. He simply sat down on the sofa.
Dominic and Jean followed without hesitation, settling on the couch and lifting their teacups for a small sip.
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