The Identity Of The Sinful Miracle

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"Have you talked to her already?" I ask Nate.

"Nope. Missing in action siya."

"Ah, okay."

I'm driving my car to the airport. This moron is going to leave again.

Nate and his twin sister are still not fine with their plain argument.

"You're gonna use a private plane?"

"Yeah." He replies dolefully.

I simply nod and focus on driving.

With his twin's anger, he is now depressed. And yes, I'm not used to it. A total different from Nathan who's always snickering around.

It is, of course, a big shock for me to know that they are twins.

Tsk.

"Whooah!" Nathan screams unanticipatedly when I almost lose my eye on the road. "Careful, Gabrielle! Dammit!"

I just nearly hit the electric post. That's intentional. I just want to wake him up from that depressed state.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He complains and I get irritated. "Do you want to die, you dullard?"

"No."

"Don't tell me, Chance." Now he's smirking. "You're thinking about my sister? Are you worried for her, too?"

I shake my head, frowning. "Why would I? I was just trying to rev you up. You look stupid right now."

"Shut up, Chance." He says while giving me a malicious grin. "Just don't deny what you're hiding inside."

"You're talking nonsense, Nate." I sigh and continue driving—now safer—until we reach the airport.

Another properties of the Twains and my family is one of the major stock holders.

"Nasaan nga pala ang mga luggages mo?" I question while walking inside the departure area.

Well, he is just holding his passport.

"Nasa plane na. Pinahatid ko sa butler ko."

I only nod.

Looking to this guy, I can see glumness. He sighs as he walks weakly.

"Damn. This is frustrasting." I hear him whisper.

"You know what? I'm starting to doubt you right now." I speak to him.

"Ah? Really." He absentmindedly replies. "How do you say so?"

"I'm thinking that you're not Nathan."

"Chance stupid." He jeers in annoyed face.

"Stop calling with such insults."

"What makes you think that I'm not Nathan, huh?" Now he's kind of pissed.

"You're having your moodswings, aren't you?"

"Cut it, Chance. I'm just sad, okay?" He discouragingly demonstrates.

"The hell?" I just speak in unconcerned tone.

"Wala lang. I just miss Hime, aalis akong wala mang hug galing sa kanya."