Chapter 30

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You can't run from your destiny. Accept it, and walk along with it, trusting the process.

Daniel/North

When we got back to Stonewoods, the first thing I did was leave Indigo at home and went to Alistair, he sent a message that he urgently needed to talk to me. What for? And why? He didn't say or explain himself in any way, he probably wanted to discuss either our assignment or her sister, in any case, these things were interrelated. While we were on a mission to save the girls and of course Aspen, a lot of interesting things were also revealed. For example, the girl who ran away was Victor's daughter. We tried to talk to her, but she behaved like a wild, impolite, and inadequate person. I didn't want to tell Victor that she needed a psychiatric hospital, why upset him? He himself will come to this thought when he sees that there is no progress with his daughter. I had some suspicions about her, and most likely they were not good, but no one knew for sure. I assumed that after the fire, some people picked up the girl, and as soon as she reached adulthood, or maybe earlier, I was simply thrown out of the house as an unnecessary thing. Maybe it was because they took her illegally, or her temperament was too unbridled, and they didn't just decide to get rid of the girl. But the fact that she needed a psychologist was a fact. I did not know what plans this world had for us. But there have been too many coincidences lately. We cured all the other girls and sent them home. Some did not have a family, so now they were sorting out the documents, some turned out to be pregnant, and others had some diseases, not serious, but they still required the attention of a doctor. Oh, and Aspen, she never woke up. Doctors connected her to the device, and constantly put different droppers to support her immune system and vital organs. What happened to her that caused her to fall into a coma? Doctors suggest that she was hit hard on her head, if we hadn't brought her earlier, she could have died within 48 hours. I didn't need to describe the current state of the Atlas. It was obvious that he was going crazy. He didn't leave her room at all, he didn't want to listen to anyone, and he didn't want to talk to anyone, but I understood him. If this had happened to Indigo, I would have gone crazy myself.

Speaking of Indigo, this sly fox somehow found out everything we were hiding from her. Briefly, she told me what she was really doing while she was in Canada, and how she found out about all this. I was astonished by her. Sometimes, you get a trip from the one you least expect. Sweet, submissive, amorous Indigo, hid a lot of interesting things, under her armored mask of a good girl.

"Finally! Why did it take you so long?" Over the years, I have already seen Alistair in a stressful state several times. And every time this picture was not pleasant, it was unbearable to talk to an ordinary Alistair, but when he was also not in the mood, I had to go through a whole quest to somehow reach him.

"You must have missed me?" The sullen look that the man in front of me threw at me said loudly that he absolutely didn't give a fuck when and what I was doing. The only thing that bothered the dark-haired, tall guy across from me was his job and his sister.

"Sit down, we need to talk." I rolled my eyes, but sat down, realizing that I didn't have much choice.

"About what? There are two options." I paused dramatically, running my tongue over my front teeth. "It's either Atlas and Aspen or your sister. I'll tell you right away, I won't give her back to you. Indigo is mine now." Alistair snorted, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the right side.

"I think you understand that now you have more chances to find a common language with my sister than I do. And no, you didn't hit right in any of the options." By the way, for once Alistair was right, the only thing I could do was agree with him, but if none of the options I listed did not fit the reason why he called me today, then something else happened.

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