Chapter 227

Allen's jaw ached with tension. Ever since Virginia died, with Autumn married off and their father as good as dead to him, Allen suddenly found himself completely alone. He came to hate the world, grew cynical and bitter. And he hated Autumn too, for marrying so easily, as if she didn't care about him at all. How could she do that? He was her younger brother, for god's sake. For a time, Allen had even erased Autumn from his life as well and cut off all contact with her. Even when she came looking for him, he refused to see her. But now, for the first time, he realized with painful clarity that even though Autumn had foolishly gotten married, she had always kept him in his heart. In this whole world, only Autumn would treat him so well, and only what came from her would Allen trust completely as genuine, never suspecting any hidden motive. When trouble closed in on him, it was always she who stood behind him, catching his fall. Not anyone else. Only Autumn, his sister. The truth