Winning Her Heart Back

Chapter 918 High School Chronicles: I Love Her Very Much

Wesley couldn't accept something so absurd. He was calm, almost cold, as he questioned his mother.

How could she be sure that Emelie was Wesley's biological sister just because she saw Edward? As far as Wesley knew, the Hoven family had three daughters, so why couldn't his sister be one of the other two?

If their ages didn't match, there could be other explanations. Since the Hoven family wasn't well-off, they couldn't afford to raise so many children. Raising his sister would've been a huge financial burden and a risk. His sister could have been sent away long ago.

For years, Wesley and his mother had been on high alert, always on edge. Yennifer barely went outside and feared getting too close to the Hoven family. She didn't even know when they moved into the city, let alone anything else. He had a hundred reasons to argue against his mother.

However, Yennifer only had one thing to say. "You can do a DNA test yourself."

Wesley struggled to form a response. If she weren't completely sure, she wouldn't dare suggest that. Wesley's eyes turned red, feeling broken.

His mother knew how cruel the truth was for him. She tried comforting him. "Maybe from the beginning, you misunderstood your feelings. What you feel for Eme might not be romantic love at all. Perhaps it was a result of your blood connection, confusing your emotions."

She continued, "Think about it. Given your personality, is it really that easy for you to fall for someone? You've had so many amazing and beautiful girls around you since you were young, but you've never felt anything for them, right?

"But after just a few months with Eme, you're suddenly in love? Does that make sense? I think this isn't love at all. It's fate playing a cruel trick. Fortunately, you've only been together for a few months, and nothing irreversible has happened."

"What do you mean by irreversible?" Wesley coldly interrupted.

When Yennifer paused, he asked mockingly, "You think just because we haven't slept together or crossed that line, it's still salvageable?"

She sighed and replied, "Wes, don't be so obsessed with this. None of this is your fault."Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"However, I think it's too late. I don't just like her. I love her," Wesley said.

Yennfier struggled to form a response. Her head throbbed as she tried to reason with him. "You're still young, with your whole life ahead of you.

"This is only your first love, which is why it feels so intense and hard to let go. But once you meet new people and fill your life with other things, this will fade.

"Wes, this isn't something you can't get over. We can move abroad, and once you two are apart for a while, the feelings will cool off, and everything will be fine. Trust me."

Would it get better? Wesley didn't know. He only knew that, right now, nothing would make him feel better.

Wesley didn't return to school for a long time. Emelie messaged and called him, but it was like he had vanished as she received no response.

She had no idea what was going on. Just the day before, they were happily conversing. But he suddenly disappeared over the night.

She even reached out to his driver and bodyguards, but they were tight-lipped. When she pressed them for answers, all they said was that he was fine.

Emelie thought that maybe it was because of the fight. Was he grounded by his parents as punishment?

She was still hopeful, thinking that he'd eventually return to school. She tried to focus on her studies, but it wasn't

working. Her mind kept drifting back to Wesley.

Her low mood was so obvious that even William noticed. During a break, he "just happened" to pass by her building, where he saw her filling her bottle in the pantry.

He called her name. However, she didn't even seem to hear him and didn't turn around.

William pressed his tongue against his cheek and decided to do some digging.

What was going on with Wesley? Even if he were dead, there'd be news about it, right?

However, the Graham family was tight-lipped, so his questions were unanswered. After all, the conversation between Wesley and his mother had been a secret, with no third-party witnesses.

The only thing people knew was that Wesley had been busy lately. He had been running between hospitals and rural areas like he was trying to confirm something.

William spun a coin in his hand, contemplating whether he should take advantage of the situation and make a move on Wesley's girlfriend.

After half a month with no word from Wesley, Emelie couldn't take it anymore. She did the boldest thing she'd ever done and went to the Graham family's house.

She told the gatekeeper she was a classmate of Wesley's and hadn't seen him in school for a long time, so she was worried and came to check on him. The gatekeeper asked her to wait while he went to check inside.

She paced nervously in front of the house for ten minutes before a voice called softly from behind. "Eme."

She ran up to him and demanded, "What's going on with you? Why haven't you been answering my calls?"

She had so many things to ask him. "Did your parents take your phone? Are they punishing you? They didn't hit you, did they? You're not sick, are you? You don't look well. Have you seen a doctor? Are you"

"Eme." Wesley interrupted her string of questions, lowering his head to look at her with sunken, exhausted eyes.

His messy hair covered his brows, and he looked gaunt and tired. In just half a month, he had lost a lot of weight, and it was clear he hadn't slept well for days. Even his voice sounded hoarse and drained as he called her name. Emelie's heart ached. She stepped closer. "Wesley, what's wrong with you? Tell me, maybe I can help." It was true that Wesley hadn't slept well in days. Even now, there was a dull ache in the back of his head. When Emelie reached for his hand, he instinctively pulled away. She froze, staring at him in confusion. Over the past two weeks, Wesley had gone to Alderbrook and questioned many of the Hoven family's former neighbors about Emelie's origins. They all said she was an abandoned baby the Hoven family had adopted.

He had collected hair samples from Emelie and her parents and sisters and sent them for a DNA test. The results showed no biological relationship.

Finally, he sent in his own and Emelie's hair for a DNA test, and the results showed that they were, in fact-

He had deliberately taken the long way around, even though he could have done the test with just their hair from the start. This drawn-out process reflected how hard it was for him to accept the truth. However, no matter how many detours he took, the truth was the truth. The truth was undeniable.

Wesley looked at Emelie. Her eyes were clear, like a pristine lake in the mountains.

He forced a bitter smile. "Eme, don't come looking for me anymore. And don't ask anyone about me."

Emelie didn't understand. "What do you mean?"

Why was he asking her to stop looking for him?

Her eyes fluttered as she tried to figure out what was going on. "Did your parents find out about us? Do they disapprove? Do they think I'm not good enough for you?"