Because when she lost her child, lost her freedom, saw through the true face of her so-called elder brother, in her deepest moment of despair, the only person who came to save her was her complete stranger of a "love rival."
Her family sacrificed her for profit, her ex-husband only cared about his child, but that girl who arrived under the cover of night—unrestrained, free-spirited, stunningly beautiful—rubbed her head and said to her, "In my eyes, you really are just a little girl."
“You should have a 'future,' a life that you can pursue for yourself.”
This was the true starting point of her heartbeat.
It was not her brother's ferocious, angry face, nor was it her ex-husband's flippant offer of help, but rather the genuine assistance provided by Columba.
Just for Heloise herself.
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You are not Heloise's child.. strictly speaking, you should be their adopted son, but you are indeed, as you said, the heir to the Mafia family." Gin paused, then admitted, "I was unable to investigate your origins.
Heine was speechless at his unwillingness to give in: "If you find everything out, how am I supposed to survive?"
Gin ignored him, continuing to address the root cause of Heine's helplessness: "But you did tell the truth in some places."
Half-truths.
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Heine said, "He was very good to the Columba Child, almost like his own biological child. But the little guy was indeed very likable."
Heine added, "It's a damn shame."
He told half of the truth.
Columba indeed had a child, a girl.
The girl Heine's favorite girl.
But she did not die.
She lived well, inheriting her mother's looks; as she grew older, her stunning beauty became more and more apparent. She was like the peach blossoms blooming brilliantly on spring branches, the graceful lotus in a summer pond, the quiet and elegant night-blooming cereus in the stillness of the night, the resilient bamboo swaying in the wind.
The little girl's background was not as legendary and tumultuous as her mother's—though it could still be called tumultuous if not compared—and thus she was not as agile as her mother.
When she was little, Heine didn't know how many little thugs she had chased away.
Until they parted ways.
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“So you really haven't seen Sheila in a long time?” Gin said thoughtfully.
Of course," Heine said, feeling quite depressed as he spoke about it. "I was scared to death the moment I saw him, okay? Although it's strange that she's in the Organization, I was even more worried that this girl's lack of ability would send her straight to the Sanzu River! I could only keep her by my side for now before making further plans.
"No wonder.." Gin muttered to himself: No wonder Heine took the initiative to take over Sheila's assessment back then.
It wasn't that he doubted Heine's actions were abrupt, but rather that the girl's appearance was far too deceptive—he truly thought Heine had taken a liking to her.
I suppose those in the Black Organization who harbored doubts probably abandoned them after seeing Sheila's face.
Over here, Heine was still complaining, "If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have let his join the organization.. It's not like I'm trying to win a Darwin Award!"
Amused by those complaint-filled words, Gin's cold green eyes held a hint of amusement as he stabbed Heine with a deadpan remark, "Then you certainly didn't know Sheila's true identity either, right?"
Heine's face darkened.
By the way," Gin said, leisurely savoring his colleague's unsightly expression for a moment before standing up and strolling toward the door, "I suspect you also didn't know that she followed you here.
As those words fell, Gin opened the door amidst Heine's sudden change of expression.
Standing outside the door was Sheila, his delicate brows slightly arched with a hint of emotion, his bright eyes shimmering like autumn waters.
“Hello, ICPO—” Gin drew out the word, his eyes filled with an obscure, ambiguous meaning.
Sheila remained expressionless, lightly resting one hand on the doorframe. The moment she raised her arm, her soft and slightly oversized sleeve slipped down, revealing the Dove wing tattoo on her arm as if it were ready to take flight.
The girl, who had been listening for an unknown amount of time, gave a melodious laugh, gaining an unexpected air of leisure as if she were plucking flowers in a garden. "Hello."
But Gentleman, could you please not make things difficult for my Brother?
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Watching the two extraordinary individuals standing there facing each other, Heine was dumbfounded.
One of the two was cold, aloof, chilling, while the other was beautiful with bright eyes and white teeth, smiling brightly.
A feast for the eyes.
Heine felt a sudden cramp in his stomach.
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Author's Note: (1) Darwin Award: You can look it up on Baidu; personally, I think it could be called the "Seeking Death Award."
Gin: Heh
Sheila: My Brother is such a weakling.
Heine??
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I have written some hints earlier regarding the sibling relationship between Heine and Sheila.
At first, when Gin saw Sheila's eyes, he felt a sense of trance, thinking they were beautiful and as if he had seen them somewhere before—not because of Shiratori Midori, whose eyes are green—but because of Heine. I have emphasized this before: Heine has a pair of "extremely exquisite" blue eyes.
The Dove wing tattoo on Sheila's arm had appeared before, the song Heine was humming was a Cuban folk song, but it was the Italian version of The Dove.
——So it's definitely not my fault that I was cooing for so long! Sheila struck first!
In addition, there is the matter of Columba's beauty being so great it incites public resentment; meanwhile, Sheila's beauty has been constantly emphasized as well.
There are also some other miscellaneous little details that I won't mention one by one here; some Little Angels might have found some of them. I remember someone mentioned Sheila during the storytelling part.
Sheila's ICPO identity: In Chapter 75, Sheila said, "I can fly by myself, I can also go protect others." Note the phrase 【protect others】. Also, after the gunshot in the previous chapter, there was Sheila's 【sigh】 of 【pity】 as she looked at Bourbon; at that time, she and Heine already knew from Gin's instructions that Bourbon was an Undercover.
Regarding the story of the battlefield, the events described in the narrative are mostly true. I have never written that Heloise gave birth to a Child, nor that Heine is the Son Heloise gave birth to (when I wrote that Heine is Heloise's Son, Son refers to an adopted son). As for the parts of what Heine says (the parts in quotation marks), they are half-true and half-false.
Heine did not know Sheila's identity at first, but he gradually found out later. However, he himself is not Fake Liquor, so what he said—"If I had known, I definitely wouldn't have let his join the Black Organization.. It's not like I'm trying to win a Darwin Award! (It's not like I'm looking for a death wish!)"—was a mix of truth and lies. Besides worrying about Sheila's safety, he also meant to complain about the situation, but he would certainly never say that to Gin, as Gin was the one who investigated it himself.
.. I previously said this story had three storylines, the third storyline is finally here lolololol
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This chapter is a two-in-one.
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Ahhh, I'm so happy to receive such a long review! I was so excited that I wrote a very long reply, then I painfully deleted it—I can't give away any Spoilers QAQ
I originally wanted to say it at the end of Volume 2.. Now that this section of Spoilers has come to an end, I'll write a few words first.. I'm so excited!
Love you, Little Angel~
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Thanks to Gongjun Wangshu Little Angel for the landmine, love you, mwah~
Thank you to the Little Angels for providing me with nutrient solution~ Ye Ling, Guimu, Yishuihan, Loufengcha, TUT Youyou, Hong·D, Riri Yeyu, Guizhidao Zhege, Kongshan Jue, Gongjun Wangshu, thank you everyone!
Chapter 83 Chapter 79 So Even the Blood is Cold
Stop staring at each other so passionately." Heine looked like a salted fish that had lost all hope, his face filled with an indescribable depression as he slumped in the chair like a pancake. "Can't you just speak to each other properly?
He was trying to smooth things over.
Gin rolled his eyes, casting a mocking glance at him, before nonchalantly pulling a cigarette from his coat pocket.
The Black-haired girl across from him couldn't help but relax her tense muscles the moment he averted his gaze, a few beads of crystal-clear sweat seeping from her well-shaped sideburns.
She was far from as composed as she appeared, but she was absolutely unwilling to show weakness like this.
"You must already know what needs to be known." Sheila was well aware of his potential weakness, but she did not dwell on it. He looked at Gin openly, his back as straight and resilient as a bamboo stalk in the wind.
Gin looked her over with considerable appreciation. He opened a lighter with one hand and lit the cigarette in his other hand, the flame flickering in the brightly lit room.
Sheila's gaze also flickered uncertainly.
“I heard a story from Heine,” Gin took a drag of his cigarette, his throat feeling slightly dry: “Do you mind telling it again—from your perspective?”
That was what he said, but Gin's question sounded more like a statement, as if he had given the Black-haired girl no chance to say "no."
—He was still preoccupied with Heine's background.
However, Sheila would not compromise so easily—despite his young age, she was well-versed in the art of negotiation.
“I do mind quite a bit, but perhaps I can talk about something later.. about my own story.” Resting one hand on Heine's chair, she could see her Brother just by looking down.
Amidst the curling smoke, the Silver-haired youth's handsome yet cold features seemed hidden within the haze; however, the moment he lifted his gaze toward Sheila, his sharp eyes cut like a knife against the skin, revealing his danger and ruthlessness.
"Fine." Gin said noncommittally.
In that case.." Sheila lifted his eyes and smiled faintly. He was incredibly beautiful, a beauty that commanded admiration—and she was even more beautiful when she smiled, as graceful as peach blossoms drifting on flowing water, with a subtle, lingering fragrance. "Then, it has nothing to do with Brother anymore.
Heine, standing to the side??
Gin ignored the latter's slightly bewildered expression, merely lowering the cigarette between his fingers. "Yes."
As the word fell, a rather unpleasant premonition surged in Heine's heart. He sat up straight, his gaze sweeping between the two with a hint of vigilance, tested them with a sliver of hope: "You two—"
Brother, you should leave first." / "You can go now.
Two different sentences, yet they expressed the same meaning.
Sheila's exquisite and stunning face carried just the right amount of sincerity, her gaze soft yet unable to hide her intention to urge her brother to leave; meanwhile, Gin's disdain was written clearly across his face, as if he were afraid she wouldn't see it.
To put it bluntly, it was three words: Get out now!
Heine's mouth twitched.
These bastards, who just throw things away after using them!
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The news that Shimabukuro Kimie had passed the critical stage was undoubtedly a relief to Nana, but at the same time, the exhaustion from a sleepless night surged into her brain, causing a headache and a throbbing sensation in her temples. However, the lingering fear surfacing in her mind dispelled what little sleepiness she had left.
She leaned her head against the hospital wall. The stark white wall and the pale light made her feel a wave of dizziness, unknown specks of light appeared before her eyes, flickering and swirling in a dim dance.
Nana blinked her eyes, then blinked again with force, the light spots disappeared.