Chapter 440


    Chapter 440 He Looks Like My Brother


    Donahue poured a cup of tea, “Sit down, Jill has already left.”


    Chitt suddenly came back to his senses and sat silently.


    After a while, he suddenly let out a bitter and affectionate smile.


    “She has grown up over thest ten years, but she has lost so much weight. When I was here, I never


    made her suffer.”


    “Donahue, you are her cousin. How did you take care of her?”


    Donahue thought of how much J suffered all the years, especially her three years of miserable mar


    riage in the Webster family. He pursed his lips without saying anything.


    “It was my fault.”


    Chitt remained silent. He raised his cup and took a sip. The tea was light, but it was bitterer than the spi


    rits in his mouth.


    It was his fault. It was his sister. Why did he need someone else to take care of her for him?


    “Why don’t you tell Jill that you are back?”


    Hearing that J wasing, Chitt warned Donahue in advance to keep hising back a secret fro


    m her.


    Chitt let out a deep breath, “Do you think I don’t want to?


    “During the days when I was preparing to return, I dreamed of reuniting with Jill every day.


    “I thought that when I met her, I would hold her high in the air just like how I treated her when she was


    a girl.


    “I want to touch her head and tell her that I am back. I want to tell her that she is no longer alone.


    “But justst week, he made a move.”


    Donahue frowned, “Is that the person you’ve been following?”


    Chitt’s eyes were filled with a violent cold light, “That’s right, so I can’t reunite with Jill for the time being


    .”


    “This is also the reason why I took a lot of trouble changing my identity before returning. Before I deal w


    ith him, I can’t put Jill in danger like me.”


    Donahue turned the teacup, “That makes sense.”


    “But you may not know that Jill has grown a lot these years. She is no longer the little girl who likes to c


    ry a lot.”


    Chitt was relieved, “I know. She had lured that person outst time, but the price was a bit high.”


    After a pause, he said again, “Even if you don’t tell him, she will find out by herself soon.”


    Donahue smiled lightly, “Let’s have a bet. Jill will definitely find out about your identity in less than two


    weeks.”


    The room in the vi and those items filled with old memories clearly showed Donahue how much Jane


    t missed her


    brother over the years.


    Chitt raised his eyebrows. He was interested, “Okay, Let’s bet with 50% of the assets under your name.


    “If she doesn’t find out my identity in two weeks, you have to send half of your assets to Jill as her birth


    day present.”


    Donahue drank tea calmly, “This bet is not valid. As long as Jill wants, she can take away anything und


    er my name at


    any time.”


    “Are you showing off? I’m her brother.”


    “So what? Even if you reunite, I’m still important to her.”


    “I’m her biological brother.”


    “I stay with her for a longer time.”


    The waitress outside the door sighed silently. She thought that thedy was really lucky. She also want


    ed brothers like


    that. One was enough.


    In the vi, Lawrence looked at J, who was in a daze in the courtyard in confusion.


    Donahue called Lawrence to tell him that J was schemed againstst night. That was why she didn


    ’te back


    But ever since J came back home, she had been in a daze. She had stood under the sun for a lon


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    g time without


    saying anything.


    J’s fingers unconsciously grabbed the flower branch. The petals fell to the ground.


    Lawrence looked worried. He carefully took care of those flowers for more than one month. They would


    be gone soon.


    Lawrence couldn’t help but say, “Ms. Longfellow? Ms. Longfellow?


    J suddenly came back to her senses. She was in a daze because of Chitt.


    She was going to settle ounts with Donahue, but she didn’t get a chance to talk to Donahue. She ju


    st came back like this.


    J lowered her head in frustration. She saw that her fingertips were already stained with pink juice.


    She smiled awkwardly, “Uh, I’m sorry, Lawrence.”


    “It’s hot outside. Ms. Longfellow, you’d better rest in the room.”


    Sitting on the sofa, J wiped the sweat from her forehead with the wet towel that Lawrence handed


    over.


    Lawrence poured a ss of water for J, “Ms. Longfellow, Ms. Doherty has drawn a painting of your


    brother.”


    J took a sip and curled the corner of her mouth, “Okay, I’ll go and have a look.”


    They went upstairs. Lawrence opened the door, causing Coral, who


    was leaning against the door to knock, to stagger.


    Seeing J, Coral hurriedly showed her the painting.


    “Take a look. I did it!”


    Coral held her head high and proudly, “Drawing a painting of someone isn’t difficult for me at all I really


    have a talent for painting.”


    J nced over indifferently, and Coral stopped talking embarrassingly.


    Okay, she would endure it. Before J let her go, she had to keep a low profile.


    J held the painting. It was drawn carefully. The man’s facial features could be seen clearly.


    The days of being locked up weren’t a waste. Coral’s painting skills grew a lot.


    “Can you


    let me go


    now?”


    J put the drawing paper on the table next to her. “Just so–so.”


    Coral was startled, “So–so?”


    Afraid that J would be picky again and would not let her go, she bent down, picked up the drawing


    paper, and put it under the photo of J’s dead brother.


    “Take a closer look. They look the same.”


    To be honest, the man in Coral’s drawing had the same facial features as the man in the photo. But the


    man in the photo looked bright and sunny, while the man in Coral’s painting looked a little gloomy.


    The man in Coral’s painting looked more like the man J saw today.


    Chitt’s face shed again


    in J’s mind. A strong excitement suddenly rose from her blood. She suddenly had a ridiculous gues


    s.


    Could that person be…


    No! No!


    She quickly held back this thought.


    Over the years, she had seen familiar faces in the crowd, but every time she chased up, she would be


    disappointed.


    Chitt had juste back. And he was Donahue’s friend. How could he be her brother?


    J held back the disappointment in her


    heart. She felt sad. At this time, Coral sounded really noisy to her.


    J pped the table violently, interrupting Coral’s noise, “I did promise you that you could leave afte


    r drawing a


    portrait.”


    “But you made my brother’s room dirty and messy. Clean it up before you leave.”


    Coral only stayed here for two days. However, the room was filled with rubber dust and pencil shavings


    . The tissues she used to wipe her snot had be a pile.


    Hearing J’s request, Coral went crazy.