Chapter 365
Chapter 365:
“I understand,” Kevin replied softly.
This apology served not just as validation, but as motivation as well. Should he face a similar ordeal in the future, regardless of whether the victim was his sister or a stranger, he resolved to defend them. No matter how strong or complicated the enemy was, he stayed firmly committed to doing what was right.
This was about justice—pure and simple.
Justice is a precious thing, to be guarded, never to be squashed by those with influence.
A rush of clarity hit Kevin, his cheeks warming, his thoughts sharper despite the pain. A gentle sense of validation began to fill his heart. So this was the feeling of being supported and acknowledged.
He watched Fernanda’s graceful figure stride ahead; her delicate appearance belied her formidable spirit—fearless and resolute. She truly was an amazing elder sister.
The journey back home with Fernanda was a blur for Kevin. His mind raced with thoughts, though none he could distinctly recall. Yet, he sensed his resentment toward Fernanda slowly dissipating.
In the living room, Michelle and Erika sobbed together, while Ector remained quiet, sitting off to the side. Upon her arrival, Ector gave Fernanda a knowing nod.
Without a word to anyone, Fernanda headed straight upstairs to her room. Glancing at the clock—it was nearly five—she hesitated to disturb Cristian but opted to send a concise text instead.
“I hit your relative.”
A call from Cristian came within a minute. Fernanda picked up right away.
Cristian’s voice was stern, laced with irritation, as if he was on the verge of demanding an explanation. “Who did you hit?”
Fernanda felt a heavy disappointment settling in her chest.
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It was clear he had his biases; he hadn’t even asked for details before taking his relative’s side.
“I’m not sure,” Fernanda responded with a measured tone. “He refused to share his name.”
“Alright, I get it,” Cristian said, his voice indicating he was ready to end the call.
“What exactly do you get?” Fernanda pressed, eager for clarification. Could it be that he was planning to confront her about the incident?
“I’m going to figure out who you hit,” Cristian said. “And I’ll make sure he gets a taste of his own medicine.”
Fernanda was startled by his declaration.
“For what reason?” she asked, caught off guard.
Cristian didn’t pause. “Because if you felt compelled to hit him, he surely earned it. Anyone who provokes you is asking for trouble!”
Fernanda touched her cheek thoughtfully. She realized she was wrong to have doubted him earlier. Cristian proved he wasn’t like the others.
Trying to appear indifferent, Fernanda pressed her lips together, yet a smile crept across her face.
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