Chapter 1568 - 1569: From Now On

Jorge Saxton’s eyes were red and foggy, blurring his vision.

Lydia Brooke could feel Jorge Saxton’s body trembling slightly as he held her.

"Jorge, what happened? Tell me."

It feels much better to speak out—

What could have caused the increasingly elegant and composed Jorge to be so sad?

Jorge Saxton held Lydia Brooke for a long while, took a deep breath, the fog in his eyes began to gather into beads, his voice hoarse and low: "My sister—my sister is really no longer in this world."

Jorge has a sister?

This was the first time Lydia Brooke heard from Jorge about the ’sister.’

Lydia Brooke didn’t speak, nor did she dare to inquire, afraid to uncover the scars of Jorge, who was already sad and distressed.

The news of his sister not being in this world must be very difficult for Jorge, right?

"She was just born... I thought the people of the Morris Family would have a conscience and wouldn’t really kill her, just let her fall outside, preventing her from claiming the inheritance. But I overestimated humanity; it’s not something the beasts that are the Morris siblings can possess..."

"My sister was just born then, how could they bring themselves to do it..."

"My hate, my vengeance... Morris Family, Benny Saxton, I will make you pay back every bit of it!"

"My sister, my mom, my grandfather, three lives, I want you to pay with blood!"

"I just had someone investigate the results... all these years, I’ve worked so hard just to find my sister, to give her someone to rely on. Now all my fighting spirit is just gone..."

"I can’t accept it... Lydia, I can’t accept the news of my sister not being in this world. All my efforts and goals over the years have vanished like this."

"Lydia, I hate, and I blame myself! If I were stronger, then my mom wouldn’t have died in melancholy, my sister wouldn’t have died, my grandfather wouldn’t have died."

This was the first time Lydia Brooke vaguely speculated about the stories behind Jorge Saxton and also the first time she heard Jorge mention his sister.

And this deep winter night, many years later, is forever etched in Lydia Brooke’s mind.

That night, Jorge Saxton was fragile and sorrowful, which made Lydia Brooke feel extremely heartbroken.

That night, Jorge Saxton shed remorseful tears for his sister and family.

"Jorge."

Lydia Brooke hugged the head held in her arms, feeling heartache in her eyes and heart.

"Bad people will eventually have their retribution. Jorge, listen to me, don’t blame yourself, don’t give up on life’s goals. Your sister, your family is gone, but you still have hate. Jorge, you still have hate."

"Jorge, you need to bounce back and get revenge on all those beasts who killed your family!"

"Jorge, your closest ones would surely hope you are well; that’s what they would happily want to see. Because they love you and can’t bear to see you sad."

No wonder Jorge was so cold when they first met; it turns out his world never had any sunshine.

All his closest ones were killed—

How could someone’s life experiences possibly become bright and happy?

And now, for the future of Summit, he has become adept at disguising, the more angry he gets, the more elegantly he smiles. Beneath the elegant and noble exterior hides a cold and merciless mask.

This is Jorge—who has been forged by life into a tenacious and resilient Jorge!

A Jorge that makes one’s heart ache!

It was night, a cold snowy night.

Lydia Brooke hugged Jorge Saxton’s head, the two of them leaning against each other in the living room.

Jorge Saxton’s body was very cold, and the air of sadness lingered for a long time, even growing heavier.

Lydia Brooke pursed her lips, pushed away Jorge Saxton’s head slightly from her embrace, held Jorge Saxton’s face, her voice firm and strong: "Jorge, from now on, I will be your family."