Chapter 884: 431 Little Sister_3 Chapter 884: 431 Little Sister_3 The man lay on the bed, his head buried in the covers, not moving.
Brixton Alvarez went to the kitchen to find water.
Opening the fridge, he found it contained nothing but water.
There was no trace of human life.
The house was cleaner than a showroom.
“Damn…you’re living more ascetically than a monk.
I respect that.”
Peter Arias had rented an apartnt near the hospital, living there for the ti being.
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It was impeccably clean, suiting Peter’s compulsive neatness, but it hardly felt like a place where people lived.
After heating so water, Brixton carried a cup into the bedroom.
“Get up, drink so water.”
Peter lay still, muttering sothing.
Brixton leaned in to listen.
“Your little sister?
Isn’t she in Lostswa?
I didn’t realize you two siblings were so close.” Brixton chuckled.
During university, Peter would disappear each holiday.
Brixton later learned that he was spending these vacation periods participating in a nationwide search for his long-lost twin sister.
The year Peter was promoted to head physician, he perford a highly difficult operation.
That year, Brixton who was his assistant, witnessed Peter collapse on the operating table.
For a person with such extre self-discipline, collapsing before surgery was unacceptable.
This was the only mistake in Peter’s dical career.
He was in a coma for an entire day.
All sorts of dical tests indicated that Peter was in great health, but that didn’t wake him up.
That terrified Brixton.
It was then he t the fad Madam Aria.
Due to the disappearance of the young Aria princess, the entire Aria family was shrouded in shadows.
Madam Aria was tornted by the loss of her daughter, and had cried until she lost her sight.
She wept bitterly before the hospital bed, “I’ve already lost Vanessa, I can’t lose you…”
Even Brixton found tears welled up in his eyes.
Finally, in the middle of the night, Peter woke up.
The first thing he called out was for his little sister.
Even after over a decade, Brixton could still rember that mont clearly.
Peter’s eyes were wide open, full of fear, his handso face as pale as paper.
Cold sweat was streaming down his forehead, as if he had just awakened from a nightmare.
What kind of a nightmare could inflict such terror upon Peter?
As a brilliant surgeon, possessing a strong ntality is a necessary condition.
It allows him to stay calm and rational during difficult surgeries, dealing with any situations that may arise.
He was destined to be a surgical genius.
However, off the operating table, he is just a human – a flesh and blood human being.
He always had excellent control of his emotions.
Even heartbreak did not affect his work.
Yet, this man, who always kept his personal and professional lives separate, fainted on the operating table.
At that ti, Brixton even suspected, had the departure of Peter’s girlfriend been too much for him to handle?
Was this the result of his emotions finally overtaking him?
For so restrain their feelings, appearing calm on the surface, but are like turbulent waters within.
After Peter woke up, he fell into silence.
He refused to eat or speak and confined himself to his room, refusing to see anyone.
Everyone assud he was heartbroken over his girlfriend’s departure, including Madam Aria.
Only he knew it was about the little sister.
Half a month later, Peter silently left the country.
By the ti Brixton knew about it, Peter was already across the ocean.
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Not long after Peter left, the long-lost young princess of the Arias returned, causing quite a stir in Lostswa.
The year of the Aria’s banquet was a lively one.
He received an invitation, but he did not attend.
He accepted an offer from Pethkids Hospital and returned to Pethkids to develop his career.
Without Peter, he had no reason to stay in Lostswa.
He heard about how beautiful, elegant, and lucky Miss Aria was.
She inherited Madam Aria’s elegance and talent, was a young lady from a reputable family knowledgeable in literature, and the years of hardship did not erode her will, but rather cultivated a strong character.
People comnded and praised her, all the beautiful things in life seed to surround her, as if she were the happiest woman in the world.
Brixton felt sothing was amiss.
Peter had been searching for his sister for so many years, so why had he left the country when his sister had returned?
No matter how many doubts existed, Miss Aria remained Miss Aria, pursued by everyone in Lostswa’s upper circles, she was the darling of all.
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