Chapter 605

Leslie's simple "Simon Cross" instantly drew a clear line between them. Simon's heart clenched—like someone had stabbed it. That was his sister. His adorable baby sister. The one he’d dreamed about night after night. And now, she was standing right there, alive and breathing, yet the way she looked at him... like he was a total stranger. They’d met, but couldn’t reunite as siblings. He used to tell himself: as long as she was alive and well, even if they never crossed paths again, he’d be fine. But come on, people are greedy by nature—once he knew she was okay, he wanted more. He wanted to get close, hear her call him “brother,” to protect her, make things right, and give her everything she’d missed out on. "Leslie, it's me, your fourth brother… Can you just call me that once? Please, Leslie..." His voice was filled with hope. Desperate even. He turned to Broderick Ackerley, silently pleading. But Broderick didn’t even blink. The guy acted like he didn’t see him or notice him. He wasn'