Chapter 205: Crying and Begging for Forgiveness! DNA Test Today

Chapter 205: Chapter 205: Crying and Begging for Forgiveness! DNA Test Today

The turn of events was so shocking that the reporters on site immediately posted about it online.

Because the title of "The God of Racing" was so renowned,

#ReasonForTheGodOfRacingZephyrsSuddenRetirementAtHisPeak#

the hashtag quickly shot to the top of the trending lists on all major social media platforms.

In addition to racing fans, many casual onlookers online also clicked on it. After all, The God of Racing’s retirement had been so abrupt that many people were dying to know the reason.

They weren’t prepared for what they found. The discovery was a complete shock.

The God of Racing, Zephyr... was a woman!

And what was even more shocking was that,

The God of Racing was... Sienna Everett!!!

The online onlookers instantly went into a frenzy.

[HOLY SHIT, is this someone with the same name, or the Sienna Everett I know?]

[Sienna Everett? Huh? Is that the same Sienna Everett who repeatedly turned down an apprenticeship with dance master Eleanor Yates, who is guqin master Winston Jarvis’s senior, who is the genius mysterious composer SG, AND who is Kian, the founder and chief designer of GY?]

[It’s her! It really is! I checked several times, it’s definitely her! Not someone with the same name!]

[Holy crap, Sienna Everett... so the God of Racing, Zephyr, who I admired and loved the most, was you all along!]

[Hahahaha, as a racing fan, I always called Zephyr ’big bro’. Turns out I was wrong. I should have been calling her ’sis’!]

The racing fans, recovering from their shock, immediately looked into the reason for Sienna Everett’s sudden retirement at her peak. What they found made their blood boil.

It was for Lucas Everett!

After sacrificing so much for the Everetts, she didn’t receive a single drop of familial love or appreciation in return!

People like that don’t deserve to be called family!

It’s a good thing Sienna Everett cut ties with the Everett Family. Good riddance!

Suddenly, the view count for the video of Sienna Everett and Lucas Everett’s race began to skyrocket.

Before, only people who followed racing knew about this match. Now, even people who knew nothing about the sport were clicking on the video.

Seeing Sienna Everett’s clean, beautiful drifts and seeing her masterful skill, the comments section was filled with praise like "So cool!" and "So hype!"

Many men started calling Sienna Everett "Sierra," and some girls even excitedly started calling her "hubby."

When the online onlookers learned that the racing fans had mistakenly thought The God of Racing had died young and even held an online memorial service for Sienna Everett, they burst out in loud, unrestrained laughter. ’How can something so ridiculous happen to Sienna Everett of all people!’

「Meanwhile, in the banquet hall.」

The Keston 60th anniversary celebration was over.

Miller walked up to Sienna Everett, his expression sorrowful, pained by what she had gone through. "Miss Everett, I never imagined you had a family like that..."

Sienna Everett smiled, calm and relieved. "I’ve already cut ties with them. They are no longer my family."

Miller nodded in agreement. "That’s for the best! I look forward to working with you. We at Keston are honored to have you as our spokesperson!"

Sienna Everett shook his hand. "The pleasure is mine."

The two chatted for a bit. Since the celebration was over, Sienna Everett said goodbye to Miller and turned to leave with Ian Prescott.

Nearby,

Lucas Everett stood there numbly, as if he couldn’t hear the contempt and ridicule from the people around him. Even if he could, he had no mental energy to care.

His tear-filled eyes were fixed on Sienna Everett, unblinking. It felt as if a sharp dagger had pierced his heart and gouged out a piece of flesh, the pain so intense he could hardly breathe. It was like all the blood in his body had stopped flowing.

’Sienna Everett...’

’His own sister, whom he had abused and bullied for so long...’

’To get him back on the racetrack, she actually...’

He considered racing more important than his own life.

Back when he injured his right leg, the doctors had declared it incurable. They said he would be disabled for life and would never be able to race again.

His life’s purpose had crumbled. He felt his life was over, that he was doomed to be a half-dead cripple for the rest of his days.

He had fallen into an abyss of despair, each day a living hell.

Yet Sienna Everett, the very person he had constantly insulted and bullied, was willing to sacrifice her own racing career to beg Nolan Chambers to operate on him, to turn him from a cripple back into a whole person, to let him return to the racetrack he yearned for...

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call Sienna Everett his savior. But him? How had he treated her?

Lucas Everett’s heart ached as if it were being torn apart, as if it were being devoured by a million ants. The agony was so great that his very bones seemed to ache, and his legs could barely hold him up.

Seeing Sienna Everett about to leave, Lucas Everett grit his teeth, unable to hold back any longer, and chased after her.

However,

looking at Lucas Everett blocking her path, Sienna Everett’s exquisite, radiant face was devoid of expression. "Move."

"I..." Lucas Everett had a thousand things he wanted to say, but his throat was tight, and he couldn’t even form a proper syllable.

Ian Prescott’s lips curled into a mysteriously dangerous smile. "She said to move. Didn’t you hear her?"

Lucas Everett remained standing there rigidly, his eyes fixed only on Sienna Everett.

’It was like... he had never truly looked at her before...’

’This was the first time he had ever watched her so patiently...’

’But it was already too late.’

His sister no longer looked up at him with pleading eyes, desperate for the familial affection she had long craved.

The Sienna Everett of today had given up on him completely. She held no expectations.

Stung by the coldness in Sienna Everett’s eyes, Lucas Everett felt his insides twist into knots. He slowly stepped aside.

Sienna Everett left without a single glance back.

Ian Prescott remained by her side.

Lucas Everett stood frozen in place. When he finally looked up, he saw Isabelle Sutton walking toward him.

"...Isabelle, I think I was really wrong..."

Isabelle Sutton looked at him with an expression that was part heartache, part pity. "You said you spent two whole years looking for me?"

"I really wasn’t lying about that..." Lucas Everett said, devastated.

"I’m not saying you were lying." Isabelle Sutton looked at him, her face impassive.

"All I did was spend two hours with you on that Christmas Eve, shoo away those brats who called you a cripple, and hand you a red apple. For that, you felt I gave you warmth in your darkest hour and wanted to find me to thank me."

"But the person who truly pulled you out of the abyss, the one who got you back on the racetrack, was Sienna."

"Even setting that aside, did Sienna ever do a single thing to wrong you when she was in the Everett Family? She gave you her all, even hurting herself to give you everything she possibly could. For you to only realize you were wrong now... it’s really too late."

Lucas Everett’s heart suddenly clenched, as if it were being wound tightly, coil by coil, with a thin thread. The thread grew tighter and tighter, digging into his flesh until it drew blood.

Lucas Everett clenched his fists, then suddenly turned and ran outside. "I have to find her!"

At that moment, Sienna Everett was walking out side-by-side with Ian Prescott.

"You mentioned getting another DNA test earlier. When should we do it?" Sienna Everett thought for a moment and suggested, "Let’s do it as soon as possible. How about today?"