Chapter83

Natasha's pov

I sat on the ground powerless, leaning against the building wall, looking up at the sky in a daze.

Sasha came over and blocked my view.

"How did you find me?"

She didn't tell me. She went downstairs and saw my car was still there. She looked around the hospital and the long street in front of her for a long time.

"My brother just fell down the stairs and went to have an examination."

I turned my head and looked at the sky again.

Sasha lowered her head slightly and said in doubt, "Did my brother bully you?"

"He can't bully me."

Sasha laughed: "Well... Natasha, let me ask you a question. You must answer me honestly. "

Natasha looked back and said, "Ask."

Sasha struggled for a long time: "Do you still love my brother?"

"No love, only hate. I hate him."

Sasha frowned, "Then why do you keep his childhood portrait?"

"Portrait?"

It suddenly occurred to me that Bran found himself that night.

I said calmly, "That's not Winson."

Sasha was surprised, "Isn't it?