Chapitre 884: 431 Little Sister_3

The man lay on the bed, his head buried in the covers, not moving.

Brixton Alvarez went to the kitchen to find water. Opening the fridge, he found it contained nothing but water. There was no trace of human life.

The house was cleaner than a showroom.

"Damn...you're living more ascetically than a monk. I respect that."

Peter Arias had rented an apartment near the hospital, living there for the time being. It was impeccably clean, suiting Peter's compulsive neatness, but it hardly felt like a place where people lived.

After heating some water, Brixton carried a cup into the bedroom. "Get up, drink some water."

Peter lay still, muttering something.

Brixton leaned in to listen.

"Your little sister? Isn't she in Lostswa? I didn't realize you two siblings were so close." Brixton chuckled.

During university, Peter would disappear each holiday. Brixton later learned that he was spending these vacation periods participating in a nationwide search for his long-lost twin sister.