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Chapter 1801 Is He Really My Brother

In Chanaea, Susanne stared at her ringing phone and the foreign number on its screen. After scontemplation, she eventually

answered the call. “Hello. Who is this?”

Vinson felt pained by how melancholic Susanne sounded over the phone. “Mom, it's me!” Susanne instantly jumped to her feet

when she recognized her son's voice.

“Vinson? Is that you?” Agitatedly, she rambled, “Am | dreaming? Are you really callingright now?”

She could hardly believe that her son, who had been missing for such a long time, would call her out of the blue. Vinson replied,

“It's me, Mom. You're not dreaming!” After hearing his confirmation, Susanne hurriedly asked about Arielle, “What about Sannie?

How is she? Is she okay?”

Arielle and Vinson had been on the scruise ship, and Susanne’s concern only grew with the shocking number of casualties

from the shipwreck.

“Mom, she’s okay too. We'll be back in two days.” As he reassured his mother, Vinson suddenly recalled an earlier conversation

with Arielle and asked, “Mom, do | have a brother?”

Susanne was shell-shocked. How did he find out?

She sputtered, “W-Why are you asking about this?”

Her tone was proof enough that Arielle’s suspicions were correct. Vinson immediately knew the man they were discussing was

likely his brother.

Vinson shared his and Arielle’s hypothesis with his mother. “He probably orchestrated the accidents that had befallen Arielle and

me.”

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Though he could not see it, Susanne shook her head and muttered, “What? That's impossible. Why would he harm you?”

She simply could not believe that child would harm Vinson. After all, the child's biological mother was a proud woman, and it

seemed unimaginable that she would raise a cold-blooded mastermind.

“Vinson, could you be mistaken? Your older brother would never harm you.” Susanne stubbornly refused to accept that possibility.

Meanwhile, Vinson’s gaze darkened in response.

“Mom, is he really my older brother?”

Susanne realized it was impossible to hide the man’s true parentage now that he had appeared.

Alas, she could only confess the truth.

“He’s your older brother from a different mother.” She continued hastily, “But | don’t think he would ever harm you. His mother is a

proud woman, and she would never raise a son like that. Vinson, are you sure you haven't misunderstood the situation?”

Vinson fired back, “Are you sure you haven't misunderstood the situation?” Susanne froze in surprise.

He must have evidence if he's so sure about this. Perhaps I'm the one struggling to accept the truth.

Suddenly, Vinson piped up, “Mom, | borrowed this phone from someone else. I'll call you again once | get a new phone.”

Susanne mumbled an acknowledgment and hung up.

Then, she took out the Nightshires’ family photo from a drawer and gazed at Vinson’s father.

As she stared at the photograph, she mumbled, “I offered to raise the child as ours back then, but she refused. | never imagined

she would raise her son into a monster who would harm Vinson. What should | do?”

In truth, Susanne had been the innocent party in the relationship. She and Vinson’s father were in an arranged marriage, and she

had no idea that he already had a girlfriend, let alone a child. They had fallen deeply in love with each other by the tshe

learned about his old flame. She had even given birth to Vinson just over a month before the revelation.

Susanne had told him to make a choice, promising to respect his decision even if he left her.

At last, he chose to be with her and compensated his old flhandsomely. Susanne had suggested raising the woman's child as

their own, thinking it would improve his ex's marriage options in the future, but she had disagreed. Now, | can’t allow her son to

harm my son.

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