She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked by Nyx Rai

Damian's POV

"So the surprise you invited tonight was Scarlett Fuller?"

Oliver gives me his icon smirk: "You said you wanted to get to know her while looking into whether she's the real Alice, no? So, I invited both of them." And neither of them showed up.

Waited late into the night, Oliver finally began to get nervous. Taking the time to rest, I close my eyes so I don't have to see his guilty look.

"That's weird..." Oliver mumbles to himself, but makes it loud enough for me to hear, "I was so sure that at least Scarlett Fuller would come..."

I can't help my laugh escaping me, and Oliver hits me on the shoulder with red ears.

"What?!" I laugh at him, "You have met them like what, twice?? What makes you so sure that--"

"I saw her eyes!" Oliver cuts me off with solemn look, "I recognize a clean look in them, it's like...like someone who maintains her innocence after seeing real darkness...I don't know how to describe it, but I just feel her, okay?!" Seeing my taunting nod his solemnness turns into sult and he hits me again. I didn't even say anything!

girl whose blood type is really AB, right?" I tease him. I don't understand why Oliver

and one that I could never forget. I think that's partly why I was so attracted

everyone, too?" Oliver lights up as I stomped on his tail, "And the red hair that looks exactly like Uncle Johnny?! I mean, how

glancing at me with his

laughing out loud and he blows up: "You do see! You already knew?! You

didn't,

hard, raise

the right blood type, and she had the necklace. I have seen cases where the adopted parents get the kids plastic surgeries just to

Oliver rolls his

my hot-tempered brother, "I want a DNA test before I rush into

DESERVES to

mean, I don't mind splitting whatever heritage I might be able to get. I'd split with you, you know that. But I do care if she might hurt Dad, again. Between her being alive but a person he can't love, I'd rather Alice stay as a perfect daughter that is dead to him." Oliver sits down slowly, grumbling: "I

ys, attending to his wound that he doesn't want us to know that's still open -- the day when he lost his beloved wife and his cute little daughter. He didn't want that to influence me and Oliver, so that ritual never included us. But

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