After His Sweetheart Moved In, He Came Home Every Night-Chapter 149: News of the Missing Sister

Alice York struggled to keep from smiling. She turned and said, "A villain like you wants to be rich in your next life? Dream on. You’ll be reincarnated as a pig."

"No way?"

Finn Hawthorne was in despair. ’I don’t want to be a pig.’

At that moment, Wyatt Sterling walked in, his expression grim. "What’s taking you so long?"

Alice York turned around, the smile still lingering on her face. Wyatt Sterling could see she was very happy and asked, "Did you teach him a lesson?"

Alice York: "I was laughing at how stupid he is."

Wyatt Sterling raised an eyebrow and walked to Alice York’s side. His gaze fell on Finn Hawthorne—bruised and swollen, his handiwork.

"You...?" Finn Hawthorne stared, dumbfounded, at Wyatt Sterling, who had just appeared before him.

Wyatt Sterling was expressionless. "What about me?"

Finn Hawthorne pointed at the man opposite him. "How did you die too?"

The words were incredibly unlucky. Wyatt Sterling’s face instantly darkened. "Looks like I went too easy on you. I let you live, and now you’re tired of it."

Finn Hawthorne pulled his hand back, his terrified expression looking utterly comical. "You... you... me? I’m not dead?"

It dawned on Wyatt Sterling. He glanced at Alice York and saw her struggling so hard not to laugh that her face was scrunched up. ’So the kid thought he was dead this whole time.’

"Holy shit! I’m actually not dead!" Finn Hawthorne excitedly touched his own face, then patted himself all over his body and even pinched himself several times.

’Ouch. That hurts.’

’Hahaha, I’m not dead! I’m still the beloved young master of the Hawthorne Family! I don’t have to be thrown into a cauldron of boiling oil! And I don’t have to worry about being reincarnated as a pig! Hahahaha!’

As he thought about it, Finn Hawthorne burst out laughing.

But he didn’t realize that his crazed, laughing expression made him look just like a mad concubine cast into the Cold Palace.

Alice York said softly, "I think he’s about to go crazy."

Wyatt Sterling scoffed. "All the better if he does."

The moment he finished speaking, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Finn Hawthorne looked up, his eyes gradually clearing. He looked at Alice York, then at Wyatt Sterling. From the moment he was beaten until he woke up, it seemed he had overlooked something.

"You two..."

Finn Hawthorne pointed at them, his expression puzzled.

Wyatt Sterling inclined his head toward Alice York. "You should leave first."

Alice York wasn’t sure what Wyatt Sterling was going to do next, but she was worried he would beat the kid up again. He couldn’t take another beating, especially since Wyatt didn’t know how to hold back.

But before she could speak, Wyatt Sterling, as if guessing her thoughts, said in a gentle voice, "I have something to discuss with him. I won’t lay a hand on him."

"Okay."

Alice York said no more and turned to leave.

Finn Hawthorne immediately called out to her, "Alice York, you can’t go! He’ll beat me to death if you leave!"

The feeling of being beaten to the brink of death terrified him. He didn’t want to experience it ever again.

Alice York glanced back at Finn Hawthorne. "He won’t."

Finn Hawthorne: "I don’t believe you."

Alice York: "Believe what you want."

"..."

With that, she left.

Despair washed over Finn Hawthorne’s face. He didn’t even dare to look at Wyatt Sterling, afraid that a single glance would be met with a fist.

"Relax, I won’t kill you," Wyatt Sterling said coldly.

Finn Hawthorne’s head snapped up. "You’d better keep your word."

Wyatt Sterling: "I’ll only cripple you, at most."

"..."

’He might as well just kill me then!’

’For me, the distinguished young master of the Hawthorne Family, to drag a crippled body around for the rest of my life... that would be a fate worse than death.’

Wyatt Sterling turned, dragged over a chair, and tugged at his pant legs before sitting down. "Felix Hawthorne is looking for you."

Finn Hawthorne stared straight at him. "My brother is already in Rhovan?"

Wyatt Sterling hummed in affirmation.

A smile spread across Finn Hawthorne’s lips. Wyatt Sterling reminded him, "Don’t celebrate too soon. You’re in my hands right now."

The smile vanished from Finn Hawthorne’s lips. "What do you want?"

Wyatt Sterling’s sharp brows arched. "When I want to do something, I do it quietly. That includes killing you."

Finn Hawthorne swallowed hard.

Wyatt Sterling continued, "I have some good news for you. Want to hear it?"

"My neck is in your hands. All you have to do is squeeze, and I’m dead. No good news means anything to me." Finn Hawthorne was clear on that point.

Wyatt Sterling smiled and shook his head. "No, this is very good news for the Hawthorne Family."

As he listened, Finn Hawthorne slowly perked up. "...What good news?"

Wyatt Sterling crossed his long legs and rested an arm lightly on his lap. "Over twenty years ago, Xavier Hawthorne and his wife lost their only daughter. Your biological sister."

Hearing this, Finn Hawthorne’s expression immediately turned serious. "What are you getting at?"

Wyatt Sterling raised a hand. "Don’t be impatient. Let me finish."

The unhurried tone made Finn Hawthorne anxious, but he resisted the urge to rush him and waited for Wyatt Sterling to continue.

"The Hawthorne Family mobilized all their resources, sparing no expense to find that daughter. It’s been over twenty years, and there’s still been no news."

At this point, Wyatt Sterling slowed his speech, his gaze fixed on the tense and serious Finn Hawthorne. "Some people say... that daughter is already dead."

"Shut your mouth!"

Finn Hawthorne instantly became agitated. Forgetting his fear, he shrieked hysterically, "Don’t you dare curse my sister!"

Wyatt Sterling: "Don’t you Hawthornes know the score? Or are you just unwilling to accept reality?"

"Wyatt Sterling, I’ll accept that you beat me, but if you keep cursing my sister, I’ll fight you to the death, even if it’s the last thing I do!"

Finn Hawthorne was genuinely furious.

The mention of his sister was more important to him than his own life.

It wasn’t just him. His brother, his parents, his grandparents on both sides—none of them had ever given up on his sister. They had been searching for all these years.

No one was willing to admit that his sister was gone.

They just... hadn’t found her yet.

Wyatt Sterling chuckled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes, which were chillingly cold. "The information I have... still want to know?"

Finn Hawthorne froze. In the end, he had to force himself to calm down. ’I want to know. If it’s about my sister, I have to know.’

Wyatt Sterling continued, "Your men kidnapped Alice York and took her to an abandoned factory where she ran into two thugs. If I hadn’t arrived in time, the consequences..."

Finn Hawthorne’s breath hitched.

"See that blood on the floor? It’s theirs." Wyatt Sterling’s face was dark. "I extracted some secrets from them. They confessed to every evil deed they’ve committed over the years, including something they were involved in back in Arden. I never expected such a coincidence... They were part of the gang that abducted your sister all those years ago."

As the words fell, Finn Hawthorne practically tumbled and crawled off the bed.

He stumbled and fell, but quickly scrambled up again. The intense pain racking his body restricted his movements. In a half-kneeling, half-rising posture, he grabbed Wyatt Sterling’s pant leg with one hand. "Is what you’re saying... all true?"

Wyatt Sterling looked down at his grabbed pant leg, his brow furrowing slightly in distaste. "Let go."

Finn Hawthorne’s eyes reddened as he slowly pulled his hand back. "Wyatt Sterling, you’d better not be lying to me."

Wyatt Sterling sneered. "I interrogated them myself. What do you think? They were, without a doubt, part of the gang that abducted your sister back then."