Chapter 1824


    In the painting, a strapping youngd was pushing a swing for a little girl, her two pigtails dancing in the


    air.


    The girl on the swing was beaming with joy.


    With the innocent strokes of a child, Serena scribbled the name "Serena" on the little girl''s dress and


    jotted down "Hans" in wobbly letters across the boy''s shirt. Off to the side, Chase, rk, Sean, and


    David were having a ball, kicking a ser around the green field.


    The weather in the painting was gloriously sunny, the sun itself had a cheerful grin, the flowers seemed


    to be smiling, and the faces of the people were alight with happiness.


    A caption at the bottom dered: "A Happy Day."


    This was a piece Serena had created back in kindergarten, a treasured keepsake not just for him, but


    for each "brother" who had received their own unique scene. Those days were so simply beautiful.


    Tucked away with this painting in the cab were many other mementos.


    There was the red envelope she had fashioned from an A4 sheet of paper during the holidays, opened


    to reveal her drawings of dors and sketches of New Year''s outfits, along with wishes for the new


    year.


    Besides these, there were letters Serena had written to him, handmade birthday cards, including crafts.


    The first suit and shirt she bought him when he started at the corporation.


    He had kept everything pristine.


    But now, as he looked at each item, flooded with memories, he ultimately tossed them all into the trash.


    Meanwhile.


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    Sean had asked his help to wash and dry the clothes Be had sent him with utmost speed. Fresh out


    of the shower, he slipped into them immediately.


    Eyeing himself in the mirror, he couldn''t help but admire how much better his sister''s designs looked on


    himpared to his old haute couture – they were leagues ahead.


    Pulling out his phone, he struck a pose and snapped a photo, about to send it to his sister when a


    knock came at the door.


    "Who''s there?"


    Who would be knocking at his door thiste?


    The person outside didn''t respond but knocked again, steadily and patiently.


    Sean sent the photo to his sister, praising her design talent in the text, and opened the door, only to be


    greeted the next second by a flying fist.


    Reacting quickly, Sean caught the fist and eximed in surprise, "Hans?? When did you get back?"


    Hans''s face was stern, his tone icy, "Time to settle the score for messing with our sister."


    No matter how brash Sean could be, he always toned it down a notch in front of Hans.


    "Hans, it''s all a big misunderstanding. Sister spoils me rotten! Look, I''m even wearing the pajamas she


    sent me!"


    Hans nced and recognized the "trophy" Sean had unted to him earlier that day.


    "Don''t think that just because you''ve sweet-talked our sister, all the past grievances are wiped clean,"


    Hans was still itching to throw a punch.


    Sean quickly grabbed his fist, pleading, "Hans, your timing couldn''t be better. Tell me what you think of


    these pajamas, huh?"


    Hans gave him a disdainful once-over and didn''t mince his words, "They''re wasted on you."


    "What do you mean! Don''t you think these pajamas designed by our sister look as though they were


    tailor-made for me? They look great, right?" Sean said, a mischievous smirk ying on his lips as he


    eyed Hans, "Don''t tell me you''ve never received such a gift, so..."


    Hans''s gaze turned frostier.


    "No worries. I''ll put in a good word for you with our sister, maybe she''ll send you a couple of sets too.


    I''m the one with her on WhatsApp now!"