NovelOnlineChapter 218
During that time, every tAlvin closed his eyes, all he could see were the loving smiles of his parents. A single
tear rolled down his cheek. His voice, rough and filled with menace, growled, “When the tcomes, stay out of
my way.”
Watching Alvin like this, Bowen couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. He wondered, ‘How would Alvin react if he ever
found out that the girl from back then was Bree? Ever since they passed away, Alvin has completely shut himself
off emotionally. The fact that he can even refer to Bree as his friend shows just how much he valued her.’
Bowen knew that Alvin would never allow the killers to escape justice. However, the mere existence of Aubree
could pose another heartbreaking challenge for him. After a moment of hesitation, Bowen quietly asked, “Alvin,
just hypothetically speaking... What would you do if that little girl from all those years ago suddenly appeared
before you?”
He added, “It would also be nearly impossible to remove her from your life. You...” Bowen paused,
contemplating, ‘Would you consider making peace with it? And with yourself?”
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Alvin interrupted sharply, saying, “If she dares to show up in front of me, | won't hold back. She may be innocent,
and it’s already incredibly generous ofto offer her an out. But if she can’t keep herself out of my sight for
good, then I'll make sure she does!”
Alvin couldn't help but resent Aubree-she was a victim too, but if his parents hadn't risked their lives to save her,
they wouldn't have died. Not treating her like one of those human traffickers was already the most significant
concession he could make. Alvin bitterly thought, ‘If that girl's life hadn’t cat the cost of my parents’ lives, |
wouldn't have shown her any mercy either!”
Bowen bit his tongue, worried that if he spoke any further, Alvin would realize the person in question was
Aubree. Reluctantly, he decided to hold back. ‘I'll just have to play it by ear,” he thought.
For Bowen, this was just as agonizing a choice. Bowen playfully tapped Alvin on the back of the head,
immediately reverting to his usual teasing demeanor. “You cheeky brat, lecturing your Uncle now? Get yourself
down to the kitchen and start cooking!”
Alvin grumbled inwardly, ‘Seriously, this guy’s moods change faster than the weather!” Alvin pouted as he
rubbed the back of his head and muttered, “Fine...”
Downstairs, Aubree sat on the couch with the TV remote in hand, while Ethan and Samson were busy putting up
tinsel on the Christmas tree. Enrique gestured for Bowen to cover. “Come, walk with me,” he said.
There's no escaping this, Bowen thought.
Bowen was well aware that Enrique had cto Shiyvania solely to assess Aubree-these past few days had
been nothing short of an evaluation. “Dad, just tellwhat's on your mind,” he said.
Enrique’s expression hardened, utterly-devoid of the playful amusement he had displayed towards Aubree.
Leaning on his cane, he remarked, “She's acceptable.”
“She’s wonderful,” Bowen corrected firmly.
Enrique rolled his eyes at him. ‘How had | never noticed before that Bowen was... What do kids call it these
days? Well, a love-struck fool!” he thought, a blend of exasperation and affection in his gaze.
He said, “But you two aren't compatible. She doesn’t have strong feelings for you-not yet, at least. In this
relationship, she has the upper hand. And as the head of the family, you should always prioritize yourself.”
Enrique continued, “I've never meddled in your love life before. Back then, with the family under your
leadership, we didn’t need political marriages to strengthen our position, and | believed you were level-headed
enough to handle them. But | see
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now-l was mistaken.”
Enrique’s gaze was sharp and clear, lacking the cloudiness often associated with his age. “With your
temperament, when you truly fall for someone, you beccompletely uncontrollable.”
Bowen nodded slightly, his voice firm. “For me, there's only ever been one answer-it's her, and only her.”
“Forgive me, Dad. | can choose not to be the head of the Turner family-you still have Alvin. But | cannot live
without Aubree. It's Christmas Eve, and we can’t keep everyone waiting for dinner. I'll go lend a hand now.”
Watching Bowen walk away. Enrique felt no anger at being contradicted. Instead, he chuckled, “You little rascal!”
He murmured, a hint of pride in his voice. “You can’t even win over a young girl-no match for my charm back in
the day. But when it comes to devotion, that’s something you inherited from me.”
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