Chapter 139 The Conversation

Chapter 139 The Conversation
Liam’s Point of View
This is all my fault, I should have just kept my mouth shut. Now, as I stared down at my sister’s deathly pale complexion on the gurney, I wished I hadn’t been so hard on her.
I wished I had chosen kinder words.
“We can’t let you through.” Several nurses stopped us as they rushed her toward the emergency ward.
“That’s my sister!” I argued, trying to follow, but they blocked my path.
I tried to push past them, but Leon grabbed me before I could.
“Calm down!” He gripped my shoulders, but the pain coursing through my body barely registered anymore. I felt like I had the strength of ten men. I could run a fucking marathon right now if someone asked me to.
But none of that mattered, the only thing that mattered was my sister’s life.
Six years ago, Mom had been rushed into a hospital just like this one. It was the last time I saw her alive. Anxiety squeezed my chest.
“I want to be there with her,” I begged.
Instead of letting me go, Leon pulled me into a hug.
“Liam, calm down,” he urged. “She’ll be fine. She’s with the doctors now. They’ll take care of her.”
His words were meant to reassure me, but my body remained rigid.
Then, through my blurry tears, my gaze shifted toward the two men who had helped us bring Lana inside.
They looked worried too, they were still standing there, waiting.
“Wait.” I pushed away from Leon. “Who the hell are you two, and how do you know my sister?”
I asked, praying to God that this wasn't what I thought it was.
Because if it was, I swore to God this hospital was going to need a few more vacant beds.
The taller one stepped forward.
His blue eyes were cold enough to freeze a lake, and I met his stare without backing down.
“It was the moment she saw you,” I said, pointing at the one who had driven us home earlier that day. “She started spiraling.”
My jaw tightened, maybe he was one of those boys. One of the ones who had betrayed Lana. Maybe that was why she had reacted that way, and if that was true, then this was my fault too.
I was the one who had brought him into our house. I was the one who had called her by her real name when she had desperately tried to keep her identity hidden.
My lips quivered.
“This isn’t his fault,” the blue-eyed freak said. “From what the nurses told us, it might have something to do with her blood sugar.”
I nodded slowly.
Fine. Maybe that explained why she had been convulsing so badly. I needed to know exactly who these two men were and whether they were safe for my sister.
“Now you’re going to explain your relationship with my sister.” My eyes moved between the two of them, lingering particularly on the green-eyed one. Leon stood beside me, and for the first time in a long while, we were in complete agreement about something.
“We might need to sit down and talk,” the green-eyed man said.
“No. I’m not sitting anywhere with you.” I answered stubbornly, but Leon placed a hand on my shoulder and shook his head.
I knew what he was telling me, to let him handle this.
And as much as I wanted to argue, as much as I wanted to demand answers myself, I finally stepped back. Leon was better at keeping his head when things got out of control. Right now, I needed someone who could get answers without making the situation worse.

“I’m Xavier Blackwood, and this is my brother, Christian.” The green-eyed man introduced himself. My fingers curled into a fist the moment I heard the last name.
Blackwood.
It was them.
The family who had ruined Lana’s life.
“We’ve been looking for Lana for the last five years.”
“Elizabeth,” I corrected sharply, Xavier's brows pulled together, and I ignored his reaction. “You both made it impossible for my sister to ever use her real name again.”
His jaw tightened.
“There has been a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding?” I stared at him in disbelief. “My sister’s entire life was destroyed because of that so-called misunderstanding.”
“Liam, calm down.” Leon placed a hand over mine as we sat across the table from the two men. I clenched my jaw but forced myself to quiet down.
“You both have no idea what our sister has been through over the last five years,” Leon began, his voice controlled but serious. “Even if there was a mistake somewhere along the way, it’s a little too late to try to fix the damage now.”
“I’m not giving up on her.” Christian—or whatever the hell his name was—leaned forward. “I don’t care what you think is going to happen. Five years without her was hell. Now that I finally know where she is, I’m not letting her disappear again.”
I shoved my chair back, but Leon immediately caught my hand.
“Liam.”
“We don’t need to fight them like thugs,” he said quietly. “We can handle this properly. We can get a restraining order if we need to.”
His words barely registered, that’s why I yelled.
“Lana is finally trying to get her life back,” I said, my voice tightening. “I watched my sister suffer for five years. We were kids back then. There wasn't much we could do to protect her.”
I leaned forward, glaring at them. “But I'm not a kid anymore.”
My voice dropped. “And I won't let either of you hurt my sister again.”
“It doesn't have to come to this,” Xavier pleaded. “We can talk about everything. Please. Just give us a chance to explain.”
“Not with that attitude.” My eyes flickered toward Christian.
There was something about the way he looked at me that made my blood boil. His arrogance seemed to grow with every word.
“We're trying to help Lana too,” Christian muttered, his gaze darkened, and beneath his words was something I couldn't quite decipher. Anger. Desperation. Maybe even obsession.
“For the last five years, every breath I took was because I believed I'd see her again.”
“I don't care.” The words came easily. “It doesn't matter what you've done with your life or what you think you feel for my sister. Keep her out of it.”
“You don't get to decide that.” Christian's voice hardened. “Neither of you does. Lana gets to decide what happens to her. And I won't sit here and take orders from two brats.”
“Maybe you should.” Leon finally spoke again, his voice calm enough to be more threatening than mine. “Because we're the only people you'll be talking to.”
Silence settled over the table.
Then Xavier looked toward Leon.
“I think I should talk to you.” His gaze briefly shifted toward me before returning to Leon. “In private.”
Leon raised an eyebrow.
“You can tell your brother whatever we discuss afterward. But please…” Xavier's expression hardened with desperation. “Just give me a chance to explain.”