CHAPTER 64: CHAPTER 64: SISTER QI: YOU TOO CAN SURVIVE A BRUSH WITH THE GATE OF HADES

Julian Sia’s eyes sparkled with a smile, his deep voice indulgent and doting.

"Alright, I’ll leave it to you to handle it yourself."

George Xyler twitched the corner of his mouth. The sad atmosphere just now was broken by Julian’s words, and he was force-fed a mouthful of PDA.

Mason Quinn chuckled, teasingly, "They say you shouldn’t provoke girls, turns out it’s true."

"Mason, clarify, true about what?"

Isabella Xyler glared with big eyes, staring at Mason intently.

"Turns out," Mason smiled, intending to say something harsh, but suddenly noticed Claire Green looking at him nonchalantly, so he quickly changed his words, "unique and handsome."

"Of course, our Olivia can charm both men and women," Isabella smiled, her mouth curving up proudly.

Seeing this.

Mason was speechless, his words clearly sounded fake, yet Isabella believed them, and moreover, why was she looking so proud?

Julian Sia raised an eyebrow, his thin lips slightly parted, "Charming both men and women?"

The man’s pupils were deep like an abyss, with a trace of laziness woven at the corners of his eyes, his tone meaningful.

"Brother cares a lot?" Claire Green smiled faintly, one corner of her lips slightly lifted, looking at him playfully.

Julian Sia chuckled softly, "Someone liking Olivia shows they have good taste, but I’m wondering, compared to Olivia, whose charm is boundless."

Claire Green’s gaze paused slightly, lifting her eyebrows lightly. This topic was not going away.

...

"I feel like we’re a bit redundant," Isabella Xyler whispered, glancing at the people around her.

John Sinclair sneered, "You just realized? We’re like 100,000 volts of Lightning, blindingly redundant."

"I agree," Sebastian Winn nodded.

Mason and George exchanged smiles. They’ve known Julian for so long, never had they felt like third wheels.

Since Julian met Claire Green, their status plummeted, either they were fed PDA or on the way to being fed it, and they even provided ambiance lighting.

Claire Green lazily swept her eyes over them, speaking nonchalantly, "Indeed too glaring, let’s go."

Upon saying this.

She pulled her collar up, turning around leisurely.

Julian Sia stuffed his hands in his pockets, lazily strolling beside her.

"Wanna grab a bite?"

"Sure."

"What do you feel like eating?"

"Anything’s fine."

Mason and the others stood there, watching their backs. Their conversation was carried by the wind, and after hearing it, they all laughed simultaneously.

This is just perfect, two people, three to five friends, more than enough.

"Wait for us!"

Saying that, they quickly followed.

The silhouettes of the group were illuminated by streetlights, warm and pleasant.

...

The hospital.

Sammie Ziegler furrowed her brows seeing the person brought in, thinking how little time had passed, and here it was happening again.

"Dr. Zhang, the patient has lost too much blood and has already fainted."

The nurse got off the ambulance and briefly explained the situation.

"Quickly take her to the operating room," Sammie Ziegler instructed sternly.

"Understood."

Inside the operating room.

"Xiaomin, go and get a blood bag," Sammie Ziegler said after setting up all the equipment.

Wang Xiaomin looked at the person on the table sarcastically, "At this rate, even if we had a lot of panda blood, it wouldn’t be enough for her."

"Why are you talking so much? Hurry and go," Sammie Ziegler glared at her, displeased.

Lying here, Olivia Song was a patient, regardless of whether it was intentional or not, they had a responsibility to save her.

The blood bag was quickly brought over, and Wang Xiaomin reluctantly handed it over. Remembering what she overheard the Song couple saying just now, she couldn’t help but grin.

"Her injury was inflicted by Miss Green, I must say, well done."

Wang Xiaomin couldn’t help but speak up, her words filled with cheer.

"Really?" another nurse asked for confirmation.

"Of course, the Song couple said it themselves."

"That’s great, I always said Miss Green should have done this earlier, it wouldn’t have led to over ten years of blood transfusions."

Sammie Ziegler’s face remained calm as she hung up the blood bag, but inside she was a mix of emotions.

Finally, a hint of relief appeared in her eyes. She finally learned to fight back.

An hour later, the surgery was over.

"How’s my daughter?"

As soon as the door was opened, Sammie Ziegler was asked anxiously by her.

"Luckily she was brought in time, she’s fine now, just needs some rest," Sammie Ziegler said, taking off her mask and speaking formally.

Soon, Olivia Song was taken to the ward.

Looking at the pale face on the bed, Sammie Ziegler gritted her teeth, eyes full of resentment.

Claire Green, Song Manor will never let you go.

...

"Young Master Sia, here are the documents you requested," Charles Jordan, with a terrible expression, handed over the files he had found.

Mason Quinn noticed his expression and chuckled, teasingly, "Charles, are you unhappy with Julian?"

"You’ll understand once you read the file," Charles replied curtly before leaving.

Mason was taken aback by his reaction, nudging George Xyler, "What’s going on with him?"

George shrugged.

Julian Sia glanced down, flipping through the documents in his hand, the chill from him intensifying, catching the two’s attention.

With a swish.

After reading the last word, Julian tossed the documents aside, his eyes cold as ice.

Little Olivia must have been so happy when she was adopted, how could the Song family dare?

George picked up the documents, reading them with Mason, finally realizing it was about Claire Green’s experiences from childhood to now.

Adopted, bled, then further down the line, the unprovoked injuries to Olivia Song, frequent blood transfusions, the last even nearly costing her life.

After reading, both of them were infuriated, finally understanding why Charles was in such a bad mood.

"No wonder Claire Green is so thin," Mason commented quietly.

George sighed in agreement, indeed too thin.

...

After her shower, Claire Green came down, seeing the three of them with grim faces, one of them radiating a chill that nearly spread through the entire living room. She raised an eyebrow.

She walked over slowly, spotting the documents on the table, and bent down to pick them up.

Her slender fingers casually flipped through them, and after a few seconds, she chuckled lightly, "Brother, you’re investigating me? If you’re curious, just ask me directly."

Then, she nonchalantly burned the documents with a lighter.

Julian gazed at her for a few seconds. He had never intended to investigate Olivia before; he had wanted to hear it from her herself. If not for today’s incident, perhaps he never would have.

Seeing his silence, Claire curled the corners of her lips, sitting casually to the side, her demeanor calm.

The atmosphere among them was heavy.

Finally, Mason couldn’t hold back, breaking the silence first, "Claire Green, why didn’t you refuse at the beginning?"

"Too dumb back then," Claire responded lazily.

Indeed, in her view, the original owner was utterly foolish.

"Did you ever fight back later?" George Xyler followed up.

Upon hearing this.

Claire’s eyelids lifted slightly, "Was resistance ever effective?"

George was at a loss for words. Indeed, the Song Manor was considered top-tier in Bayne City, with substantial power and wealth. How could she as an adopted daughter possibly fight back?

"Brother, do you have nothing to ask?"

Claire stared right at the man, her eyes misty.

"No, it’s enough that you’re still here."

Julian’s voice was deep and magnetic, his eyes looking at her with undisguised tenderness.

"I have one last question," Mason suddenly asked before Claire could speak, "How did you become who you are now?"

Upon asking.

George came to a realization.

Julian looked at the girl with interest.

"Just take a walk through the Gate of Hades, you could do it too."