Female Novel
Chapter 1717: Can I Hold Her?
Chapter 1717: Can I Hold Her?
"Hehe, I didn't mishear, did I?" Luther's thin lips curved into a sneer.
After more than ten years, it was the first time Christian had voluntarily reminded him.
Christian's handsome face stiffened, showing a hint of embarrassment, but more of it was anger.
"Athena has finally woken up. She has been in a coma all this time. Don't get involved with her
anymore. Stay away from her. So, what are you doing here? Why don't you leave?" Christian turned
away, avoiding Luther's gaze, still reluctant to face him.
"You don't need to worry about my affairs," Luther sneered. "If you have the ability, you'd better take
care of your sister."novelbin
Christian furrowed his brows. "My family matters don't concern you. I will naturally take care of her.
What about Joyce? Have you thought about her? She came to see me!"
Luther narrowed his eyes sharply, his gaze piercing Christian. "What did you say to her?"
Christian sneered, "What did I say? I've said everything that needed to be said about the past. Are you
afraid? You know very well what you've done."
"I am very clear in my heart, but it's always you who are unclear. Christian, we used to be friends, but
you have always been blind. Haven't you realized it yet? As for Joyce, I will handle it. I appreciate you
saving her, and if you ever need help, I will definitely repay this favor." Luther said solemnly.
"Handle it? Is this how you handle it?" Christian's brows furrowed in anger. Joyce wouldn't come to him
unless it was absolutely necessary. He could see the turmoil in Joyce's heart, and he didn't want her to
endure any more pain.
"Is this how you treat Joyce? She almost died, and I saved her just so that she could suffer at your
hands again? Luther, I warn you, if you can't make her happy, don't blame me for taking her away from
you." Christian's face turned cold as he made a firm statement.
Luther clenched his fists tightly.
He clearly felt that compared to four years ago, Christian was deliberately targeting him, which was
why he approached Joyce and was somewhat attracted to her. He had always thought that the person
Christian liked was Athena.
But now, he suddenly became uncertain.
Christian's expression when mentioning Joyce was clearly different from before. Luther gritted his
teeth, feeling an unpleasant sensation rising in his heart. Damn it, emotions change over time, and he
had overlooked it.
Luther took a sudden step forward, approaching Christian, and grabbed his collar without hesitation.
"What did you say? Let me advise you, don't have any inappropriate thoughts."
Christian immediately grabbed Luther's wrist.
"What? Do you still want to have it both ways? Do you think I will just stand by?"
The tension between the two men was palpable, and they were on the verge of a fight.
The black-clad figures behind them were getting anxious. Mr. Ballard had already led his men into the
villa, and they couldn't stop them. If they made a bigger commotion, Athena would definitely find out
when she returned. They knew firsthand what she was capable of, and she would surely make them
suffer.
Christian's eyes were burning red. "If you insist on staying here with Athena, I will take Joyce away
right now and bring her back to my house."
"You dare! Christian, let me tell you, don't you even think about touching a single hair on her. She
belongs to me. You're dreaming!" Luther was furious, his hand gripping Christian's collar tightly, his fist
clenched, his eyes fixed on Christian's alluring profile, ready to strike.
"Daddy, what are you doing?"
Suddenly, a clear and melodious child's voice sounded behind Luther.
It instantly brought Luther back to his senses. It was Alisha. Alisha had been awakened by the
commotion outside.
He immediately released Christian, turned around quickly, and rushed to Alisha, lifting her up in his
arms.
"Alisha, why did you wake up?" he asked softly.
"Daddy, were you fighting?" Alisha's bright eyes looked around, taking in Christian, and asked
innocently with her childish voice.
"How is that possible? Daddy and Uncle were just playing around. We weren't fighting," Luther quickly
denied, his face completely calmed down, and all traces of anger vanished.
Christian looked at Alisha, staring at her for a while before suddenly realizing.
"This is... Alisha?"
At first, he wasn't entirely sure. Alisha had been kept alive with tubes since birth, and he had watched
her grow up. He had spent three long years with her, and unfortunately, Alisha had passed away. He
remembered it clearly. He had mournfully held the urn containingher ashes, carefully placing it in the
grave.
Alisha was actually alive?
He couldn't be mistaken. The slender eyebrows, slightly upturned eyes, and delicate chin. He never
expected Alisha, who opened her eyes, to be so beautiful and lively, surpassing his imagination.
Who else could call Luther "daddy" besides Alisha?
Alisha leaned against Luther's embrace, hooking her arms around his neck. With her big eyes blinking,
she looked at Christian curiously and asked, "I'm Alisha. Daddy named me. Uncle, who are you?"
"I..." Christian opened his mouth but couldn't figure out how to introduce himself.
"Daddy, is he your friend?" Alisha asked innocently, her eyes shining brightly.
Luther... He was caught off guard by Alisha's question, not knowing how to answer.
Christian looked at Alisha, as if finally understanding something. "You stayed here because of her?"
Luther gave Christian a cold sidelong glance. "Don't you know? Are you surprised?" From Christian's
expression, Luther could tell that Christian was completely unaware. Athena had deceived both
Christian and him, executing her plan flawlessly.
Christian's face stiffened like iron. It turned out that Athena had also hidden such a crucial secret from
him.
Now he finally understood why Athena didn't tell him immediately after waking up. It was all part of
Athena's plan. She had hidden Alisha and lied about Alisha's death.
And then, he could almost imagine Athena's intentions.
He never expected that the girl he had once considered pure and innocent in his heart would turn out to
be completely different. Was he really wrong? He took a deep breath, his fists clenched, his nails
deeply embedded in his palms.
"Can I hold her?" Christian looked at Alisha, his heart moved, and he suddenly looked at Luther with
sincerity.
He had held her since she was born. Every time he went to Manderson Hospital, he would hold her,
until he thought Alisha was dead.
Alisha was still alive, and it was a great comfort to him. Otherwise, he would have blamed himself for
not saving her completely, always carrying a sense of regret.
Now, there was no more regret left.