At the same time, Bryan White's brows furrowed deeply. He gripped the woman's chin, not caring if he hurt her, forcing her to look at him.
"Sister? You're Colin's sister?!" He squinted, his voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth, word by word, like ancient ice.
Donna was silent for a moment, raised her eyes, and finally met Colin's gaze; she remained speechless.
"Colin, speak!" Seeing her not speak, Bryan White growled, clearly close to losing patience.
Colin, with a composed face, nodded: "Yes, she is my sister."
"Sister!?..." Bryan White snorted coldly, applying more force with his palm, almost crushing the woman's jawbone. "Sister? Biological sister? Are you sure?!"
"...Yes." Colin already sensed the unusual atmosphere between the two of them. His face grew dark, never imagining that his sister was the woman the General fancied — Donna!
