Dressed As An Omega Who Was Divorced By Seven Alphas - Chapter 70

Why?

This sentence caught everyone. But at the same time, it expressed the doubts in many people’s hearts.

Yeah, if it wasn’t for sure that the queen was dead, Myron and Fitz were four years apart, and if it wasn’t for sure that Myron was born from Charlotte’s belly, anyone would think that Myron and Fitz were brothers.

Although it is strange that they look exactly the same, both brothers have inherited the symbol of the royal family—silver-gray pupils, which also shows that Myron is of the blood of Saint, which is enough.

Center was also very proud, because everyone found a reasonable reason: “It’s all because your genes are too powerful!”

This is simply the greatest compliment to Alpha.

But at this time, when Myron asked this question, it was obvious that things were not that simple.

“What, what’s going on?” Center said these four words just now, and they were hardly too familiar. He has asked too many questions about what’s going on recently, and every time he ended up being severely slapped in the face.

Myron turned on the light brain again, and a picture was projected in mid-air, which was a DNA test form.

“The letter M stands for me, and the letter F stands for Fitz.”

The final data showed that the DNA similarity between the two was as high as 99.79%. Obviously, the two were brothers of the same mother and father.

Sente’s eyes were staring at the last data, his pale face seemed to be strangled by someone and unable to breathe, he almost suspected that he would pass out in a second.

“Take people out!” Fitz ordered to the leader of the imperial army: “Keep the door, no one can come in!”

The team leader hurriedly replied: “Yes!” He also knew that he was not supposed to know what happened next, so for the sake of his own life, he quickly took his subordinates and escorted the killer, Hicks, and Yalian out.

The conference room was immediately quieter, but this quietness was even more disturbing.

“Tell me, what’s going on?” Fitz placed He Huan on the sofa and walked straight to Myron.

Myron looked at him with a dazed look, and it took a moment before he said something irrelevant: “This is the first time you’ve spoken to me with emotion. It’s amazing.”

Fitz’s lips moved slightly, but he was rarely speechless. He couldn’t find the right words to say to his younger brother whom he had neglected for more than twenty years.

It’s like a person who has gone the wrong way suddenly wakes up, and when he turns around, he finds that the way he came from has disappeared.

In the end, Fitz said only two words: “Sorry.”

Myron: “There’s nothing to apologize for, because you don’t know anything.” He paused, then laughed again: “But I still feel very happy.”

Fitz’s throat rolled down, his eyes slightly astringent: “You… tell the truth first.”

Myron nodded and manipulated the optical brain. When everyone was expecting him to present new evidence, Charlotte finally took advantage of Sente’s distraction, broke through his obstruction, and threw herself on Myron.

“Myron! Are you really going to force me to death?!”

Myron looked at her facial features distorted by madness, and hatred entangled his heart like a net.

“I have raised you for more than twenty years, you ask yourself, am I treating you badly?!”

Charlotte’s hoarse questioning was bloody: “Everything I do is not for you!”

“For me?” Myron swayed for a while, and quickly regained his footing. When he looked at Charlotte again, his eyes were already red: “Are you for Marshal Achico or for me?!”

“You are nice to me, do you really love me or do you want to manipulate me?”

“You keep provoking me to compete with Fitz for the throne. You really know whether you really want to help me succeed, or you want to see our brothers kill each other!”

“Heh, heh…” Charlotte smiled stiffly with the corners of her mouth pulled, and quickly let go of Myron’s arm as if she had been stabbed by a thorn.

“Mother, do you dare to swear to the sky that everything you do is for me?!” Myron grabbed her arm that was trying to escape, and asked word by word: “You, dare,?”

Charlotte suddenly turned into a monster that cannot be exposed to sunlight, frantically avoiding Myron’s face.

But Myron held her arm persistently, not letting her go.

“Let go! Let go!” Charlotte still couldn’t break free from Myron’s grip.

“Say it, mother!”

Under Myron’s icy gaze, Charlotte completely collapsed: “Don’t call me mother! Every time you call me mother, it makes me sick! It really was born by that **** Tade, you immature White-eyed wolf!”