NovelTrueChapter 422 Her Original Intentions The League of Legends tournament was about to start...
Jean raised her eyebrows slightly, caught off guard for a moment.
Another message from Winston followed.
Winston: "No matter what, we've trained for long enough. Just play the gas usual." Jean replied with an "ok" sticker and wrapped up the conversation.
Then, she immediately messaged Dalton.
Jean: "Hey hey, you there?" Two minutes later, he replied.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDalton: "I'm here. What's up?" Jean: "Nothing serious really-just wanted to remind you that the League of Legends tournament is happening this weekend." Jean: "Figured my brother wasn't going to remind you, so I had to." Dalton: "Actually, I already knew..." Jean's eyes widened a little in surprise.
Jean: "How'd you know?" Dalton sent a cute smiley emoji.
Dalton: "The tournament schedule's on the official website. I've known the dates the whole time." Well, turns out she was the only one out of the loop.
Jean: "Great... so I'm the only one who needed the reminder-" She followed it with an awkward face emoji.
Jean: "By the way, how are you holding up? If anything's off, you can tell me." That question seemed to catch Dalton off guard.
Dalton: "What do you mean by 'holding up'?" Jean: "I mean your health. I'm just worried about whether you're in good enough shape to handle the tournament..." Jean: "Gaming at that level isn't easy. It takes focus and stamina. Your body..." At that point, Jean suddenly started regretting involving Dalton in this at all.
The fact that he still needed a wheelchair meant his condition wasn't resolved, He was still in shape.
Finister pretty serious Chapter 422 Her Original Intentions Even if he looked fine, the truth was-he was still a patient.
She thought back to why she'd invited Dalton in the first place- Part of it was curiosity. She wanted to understand the story between him and Winston and maybe even help them reconcile. But the other reason- Was his voice.
Before she even met him, she'd felt like she'd heard his voice somewhere before...
It made her want to know more about him. That's why she'd reached out to include him in the team.
Now, she already knew most of the story behind Dalton and Winston. While they hadn't reconciled, that wasn't something she could force..
They had to work that out on their own.
As for his voice... She still had no idea. It was just this vague memory, floating around in her mind like a disconnected fragment-no beginning, no end. Where had she heard it before? She still couldn't figure it out.
Of course, at the beginning, she didn't know Dalton was sick She'd just ssumed the wheelchair was due to a mobility issue. But after finding out the truth, Jean couldn't help feeling a bit guilty. Regretful.
She regretted pulling him into a tournament like this.
While she was lost in thought, a new message from Dalton popped up.
Dalton: "What kind of person do you think I am?" Dalton: "It's not like I'm bedridden or something. I'm not as weak as you makesound." Dalton: "Don't worry.
I've got this." Reading that, Jean finally felt a little more at ease.
Dalton wasn't someone who exaggerated or put on @bravefront. If the said he was fine, he meant it. Send Gifts 1.2K
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