Because it's not important, there was no need to let him know.
She would handle this matter herself.
After listening to his sister's statent, Nanfu remained silent for a long ti, his face also displaying an expression of disbelief.
His fists, placed on his knees, clenched and then relaxed, repeatedly, just like his struggling heart.
"I don't understand... why did he lie to us, and for so many years at that! If he had soone he couldn't let go of, if he loved her to the point of no return, shalessly uttering those disgusting words, then why didn't he just marry her! Why involve our mother... and... us..."
Vivian ground her teeth, her clenched fist turning white as if channeling all her hatred into her tightly held nails.
She was filled with hatred!
Hatred for that liar full of lies!
Hate for the person who shattered all her beautiful illusions about this world!
Nanfu hesitated for a mont, then reached out and took hold of his sister's fists on his knees, asking seriously,
"Sis... after we go back, do you plan to tell Mom?"
He felt this wasn't right.
Of course, this wasn't to say that his mother should be kept in the dark, but rather, he hoped to give their father a chance to explain things to her himself.
It was a matter between the two of them.
As their children, they should not get involved.
Vivian took a deep breath of the cold evening air, cooling the restless emotions in her heart, then spoke in a voice devoid of any emotion,
"No need for now..."
She knew what her brother was thinking; she could think of everything he could, and even more swiftly at that.
In both strength and wisdom, she was far more mature than this little brat. It wasn't just her own conceit; it was also the unanimous assessnt of everyone around them.
Her mother always said that she was like her grandfather, Caesar Colin, not only extraordinarily talented but also courageously bold. She would surely beco a great Vampire Prince like her grandfather, and perhaps even the right-hand man of Lord Bayele.
Vivian had no doubts that this was her future.
The Colin family always birthed a strong Family Head followed by a weakling, but soon after, another hero among vampires would erge.
Just that she never expected, the first big thing she had to handle in her lifeti would be cleaning up the ss left by that incompetent father...
Seeing Vivian calm down, Nanfu quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but upon catching her cold gaze, his heart uncontrollably soared to his throat.
"Are you thinking of..."
Vivian looked at him expressionlessly.
"So what?"
Nanfu swallowed hard, his voice trembling,
"Sis, is this really okay?"
"What's okay or not, I don't understand what you're talking about." Vivian's tone was as cold as ever, which only confird Nanfu's suspicions further.
She was serious!
"But, but he is our brother after all—"
"Shut up! When did I ever say I needed a bizarre brother!" Vivian practically roared out these words, like an enraged lioness.
Seeing the terrifying fangs revealed at the edge of her lips, Nanfu imdiately shut up, trembling and not daring to speak.
Perhaps just as grandfather said, he was more like his father, always indecisive at critical monts.
That was also why, when he found out he had a dependable big brother, his heart wasn't only filled with dissatisfaction with his irresponsible father and sympathy for his mother, but also a selfish joy...
After all, this was not the fault of his big brother whom he had never t; that man was a victim as well...
The one deserving condemnation was the old man who deceived everyone.
But looking at his sister's eyes, he knew her mind was made up; nothing he said would make a difference.
"Then, can you tell ... who is he?"
Vivian's eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously, as she leaned toward him.
"My dear brother... do you know the fate of a snitch?"
Nanfu shifted his buttocks backward in fear, his back pressing firmly against the chair.
"I... I didn't an that..."
Seeing the annoying shadow in him, Vivian clicked her tongue and sat back down, closing her eyes to rest.
"You better not be."
She needed to adjust her emotions.
Soon not to let their father see through anything.
The dark carriage moved towards the castle in the graveyard, the rotting yet luxurious ancient gatehouse resonating with the cries of crows.
At the sa ti, the news of the second son of the Dragon family challenging the Demon King of the Great Graveyard spread almost throughout the nobility of Demon City, aided by those with a vested interest.
A duel between two n was sohow involving three families... This was destined to be an extraordinary contest.
Demon City hadn't seen sothing this intriguing for a very long ti; pairs of curious eyes focused on the two parties involved.
So even started betting on the outco.
More outrageously, even before the two involved had arrived at the arena, the odds of winning and losing had already been laid out.
Simply from the odds, it was apparent that the younger son of the Dragon family had a higher chance of winning.
This night was exceptionally long.
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