NovelEnglishChapter 189 At nine in the morning, Travis was still fast asleep.
Citrine glanced at the clock, then decided to head upstairs and check on him.
His bedroom door was half open, the curtains still drawn, leaving the room in a muted gloom. Through the gap, Citrine could see Travis sprawled across the bed, arms and legs spread out.
Seeing he was still out cold, Citrine knocked gently on the door.
"Don't bother me," Travis grumbled, rolling over without even opening his eyes, clearly in no mood to be disturbed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCitrine sighed. With a resigned shake of her head, she pushed the door open and walked straight in, crouching beside his bed.
"Tto get up, big brother," she called softly, her voice gentle but clear.
The moment her words registered, Travis's eyes snapped open. He shot upright, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he squinted at the phone on his nightstand. Guilt flashed across his face. "Sorry, Citrine. I overslept." He'd stayed up way too late gaming last night, and the realization that his little sister had been waiting on him made him mentally kick himself.
"It's okay," Citrine replied. "I'll wait for you downstairs. Cdown once you've washed up." She quietly closed the door behind her as she left.
A few minutes later, Travis trudged downstairs.
What the-did the sun just rise in the west? He blinked, nearly blinded by the sunlight streaming through the windows. It struck him as surreal. For the past five years-ever since his dad hurt his leg-the house had been sealed in perpetual twilight, heavy curtains drawn tight year-round, even at lunchtwith all the lights switched on. Not a single ray of sunlight had been allowed in.
But now, to his utter shock, he saw his dad at the breakfast table, sharing a meal with Citrine.
He was actually eating breakfast.
Travis slid into the seat next to Citrine, eyeing Manley as if he'd seen a ghost. "Wait... you're eating breakfast?" Did the world just flip upside down? As far back as he could remember, Manley never touched breakfast. "What, is there a problem?" Manley shot Travis a frosty glance, clearly in no mood for nonsense.
"N-no, no problem." Travis shrank under his father's gaze, suddenly eager to keep his head down. For the sake of his allowance, he decided not to make a fuss.
He ate in silence.
After breakfast, Citrine checked her phone and turned to Travis. "Hey, Sylvan and the others messaged-they want to cover for a study session." The words made Travis's heart skip a beat. He shot a wary glance at Manley, hesitating. "Citrine, you know my dad doesn't like " He didn't even get to finish before Manley cut him off. "If they want to come, let them. We've got plenty of space." "You're joking, right?" Travis stared at him, stunned.
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Manley had always hated having strangers over-Travis had never dared invite anyone for as long as he could remember. He'd argued with his dad about it more than once. He'd been bracing himself for another fight, but somehow, Manley just agreed.
"Don't start. Enough," Manley said, shooting Travis another glare before turning to Citrine, his tone softening. "Citrine, let them cover." Travis was speechless.
Why did she get special treatment? Seeing Manley's approval, Citrine quickly messaged the group.
A few minutes later, Sylvan and the others arrived at the Carmichael house. They greeted Manley politely before following Travis upstairs.
The sun had already set by the tCitrine finished her lessons. Travis hopped on his bike and personally gave her a ride home.
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