Listening to the man’s solemn tone, Serena felt a warmth pass through her heart and nodded.
"Okay."
Seeing the girl’s obedient appearance, a trace of a smile appeared in Damian Quinn’s eyes, but he soon spoke seriously.
"Next ti, don’t stand in front of ."
When the young girl stood in front of him, he felt unprecedented panic. Luckily, Winston Winslow didn’t shoot!
If she were hurt...
Just thinking about it made Damian Quinn’s heart race uncontrollably, even scared.
It’s the first ti he’s felt scared!
"You only allow yourself to stand in front of , but not let protect you?"
Seeing the man’s undeniable worry, the warmth in Serena’s heart deepened, and her pale arms wrapped around his neck.
"Brother, I want to protect you too."
The sweet and soft "brother" the girl uttered caused the man’s eyes to darken instantly, and his Adam’s apple moved involuntarily.
It’s killing ...
The young girl rarely called him brother, and Damian Quinn couldn’t help but be stirred. But seeing her fatigue, he was unwilling to tease her, dropping a gentle kiss on her forehead and coaxing softly.
"Sweetheart, say it again."
Serena’s ears burned slightly, but she refused to speak again.
Knowing the young girl’s thin skin, Damian Quinn didn’t force her, took a cream from the dical box, and gently rolled up her trouser leg to apply it.
Serena’s red lips curved slightly upward, watching him quietly.
"All done."
Having finished applying the ointnt, Damian Quinn looked at the young girl with gentle, doting eyes.
"Sweetheart, go rest for a while. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready."
"Okay."
Serena was indeed a bit tired, nodded obediently, and walked toward the bedroom.
As soon as she entered the bedroom, that familiar dizziness from yesterday swept over her again, and then her whole strength vanished as before, leaving Serena unstable.
If not for her tightly gripping the corner of the wall, she likely would’ve fallen and injured herself again as she did yesterday.
After a while, Serena’s strength slowly returned, her lips pressed tightly together, her complexion poor.
These symptoms are manifesting so frequently...
It seems she must find ti to go to the laboratory for a check-up soon.
Serena lowered her beautiful eyes, her delicate brows filled with anxiety.
Everything’s happening at once; the issue between her ntor and Tristan Quinn isn’t sorted out, and now her health is troubled...
...
The next day.
Serena received a ssage from Lucas Laine and imdiately set off to et him.
"Serena, you’re here!"
The Second Elder and others didn’t look well but greeted Serena warmly. Yet, upon seeing Damian Quinn alongside her, their expressions turned cold.
"Serena, you co in with us. As for others, they are not allowed to enter."
Serena keenly sensed the thick hostility towards Damian Quinn from the Second Elder and others, although yesterday, they weren’t fond of Damian either, but not as filled with hostility as today.
What’s exactly going on here?
Serena suppressed the roiling emotions in her heart, turned to the man beside her, and said, "You wait for outside first!"
"Alright."
The uneasiness in Damian Quinn’s heart intensified, but he didn’t show it.
Watching Serena and the group leave, Helios silently appeared beside Damian Quinn, reporting with a solemn expression.
"Chief, people from The Netherworld Syndicate have been watching you in the dark..."
This is certainly not good for them!
Upon hearing this, Damian Quinn’s expression showed no fluctuation, clearly aware of it for so ti.
"Yes, I know."
Helios’s countenance grew increasingly serious, "Chief, shall we take action?"
If The Netherworld Syndicate suddenly acted against them, they wouldn’t want to be caught too off guard.
"No need."
Damian Quinn spoke in a deep voice.
If they took action, it might cause people from The Netherworld Syndicate to misunderstand.
"But Chief, this way, your situation will be very unsafe..."
Helios didn’t finish before the man interrupted unpleasantly.
"Do you have any objection to my decision?"
"Subordinate wouldn’t dare!"
Helios quickly responded, unable to resist sighing inwardly.
Their chief truly seed willing to risk everything for Miss Serena!
Inside the room.
Serena followed them as they entered the room, "Second Elder, what exactly happened to ntor yesterday? What happened between my ntor and Damian Quinn’s father?"
Listening to her inquiries, the Second Elder couldn’t help but sigh, "Unexpected... Truly unexpected, Serena, your boyfriend turned out to be Tristan Quinn’s son! Quite a tragic fate!"
The Third Elder also looked troubled, taking a heavy sigh, "Fate truly toys with people!"
The uneasiness in Serena’s heart deepened, and her red lips clenched tightly, "Second Elder, Third Elder, what exactly happened?!"
"Now that things have co to this, it’s ti you learned the truth." The Second Elder and Third Elder exchanged pained glances and spoke, "Serena, don’t be deceived by your ntor living as a loner all these years. He actually had a wife and daughter before, and they had a happy life together."
The confusion in Serena’s eyes deepened, "But why have I never seen or heard ntion of them from my ntor?"
The Second Elder didn’t answer, instead asking her, "Serena, do you know why your ntor never celebrates his birthday, even considers the word as taboo?"
Serena shook her head, "I don’t know."
Her ntor never spoke about these matters!
The Third Elder breathed heavily, his tone heavy, "Because his wife and daughter died tragically on his birthday."
"And the murderer of Winslow’s wife and daughter was none other than Tristan Quinn!"
How can this be...
Hearing this, a sharp, painful jolt struck Serena’s heart, her long lashes trembling uncontrollably as she struggled to accept the truth.
"Serena, are you okay?"
Lucas Laine stood by, worry etched in his eyes as he looked at her, filled with pity.
One was her ntor she considered family, one she loved, yet these two are arch-enemies. Trapped in the middle, Serena was truly suffering.
The Third Elder looked at her sympathetically but helplessly, "Your ntor was overwheld with rage yesterday and fainted. He just regained consciousness. Serena, go check on him!"
Serena’s face paled, stepping into the bedroom, her emotions a tumult.
"ntor..."
Winston Winslow appeared weary, with deep circles under his eyes, looking very frail.
Worry erged in Serena’s eyes, "ntor, let take your pulse and examine you!"
"No need."
Winston Winslow coldly refused, showing indifference towards her for the first ti.
"I assu they’ve told you everything. Tristan Quinn and I share a deep-seated enmity, now I give you two choices. One is that you break up with Damian Quinn now, and we remain ntor and student, with you still my cherished apprentice.
If you refuse, then we sever all ties, becoming enemies! I won’t show rcy towards you and your kind!"
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