Chapter 395
"I didn’t investigate you." Disappointment flashed across Brandon’s eyes. "I just thought that you wouldn’t really withdraw your application." Lindsay looked at him in a daze and was unable to speak.
Brandon became calm again. "Actually, you migrating or not is not the real problem. The real problem is that you want to become a true citizen of Aeloria, where Aeloria is going to be your home. Where we are now is just somewhere like a temporary lodging to you. "Just like how you only want to be family with me, but you don’t want to be family with my family. You care about my life and death, but not about my family’s."
He shook his head slowly. "We’re really different. The same goes for you and my family. You are not the same."
At this point, he turned around and left. His voice was as calm as if he was bidding farewell to just another friend. "You can go back after dawn."
Behind him, Lindsay cried, "Brandon, What is our seven-year relationship to you? Have you ever loved me?"
Brandon reached for the door handle and didn’t turn around. "You’re not the only one working hard in this relationship. I’ve tried my best too. Otherwise, I would’ve broken up with you when you first came to our house."
He turned the knob, opened the door, and strode out. The door closed behind him, closing the Chapter between him and Lindsay and fencing off their past.
Brandon drove away as soon as he got out of the hotel and sped toward Wyomarlo City. At the same time, he turned on his phone and logged in to YouTube to watch the terrorists’ live broadcast.
In the video, Zayn was still walking slowly and limping in an abandoned building in the middle of the night, supported by a wooden stick in his hand. There was only a drone hovering above his head, guiding him on a path with its lights.
In front of him, about a thousand feet away, was the main frame of a three-and-a-half-story shopping mall that was furnished with scattered lights. It should be where the terrorists were holding the hostages.
Even though Brandon knew that Avery and the military must have come up with plans, Brandon still broke out in cold sweat for Zayn.
’Zayn is so close to the terrorist. There must be a lot of guns aimed at him. The terrorists may accidentally let out a fire or shoot on a whim.’ Brandon started imagining possible outcomes and actually put a jinx on it.