On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 118: The One Who Ruined the Westwood Family Was Actually Older Brother!

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: The One Who Ruined the Westwood Family Was Actually Older Brother!

Perhaps it was the call with Sebastian Forrest, but my mood had lifted considerably. The knot of frustration that had been weighing on my heart finally dissipated.

But before I could even catch my breath, I received an unexpected call.

Felicia Sinclair.

My maternal aunt, my mother’s younger sister.

She had gone back to her hometown after the funeral, so I never expected her to call me so suddenly.

"Hello, Aunt..."

"Chelsea, what’s gotten into you? Your brother has been in the hospital for days. How could you not even show your face?"

I was taken aback. "Aunt, you’re in Kington?"

"Your brother is this badly injured; of course I had to come take care of him!" my aunt continued to complain. "How can you be so heartless as his sister? Your problems literally drove my older sister to her grave! Your brother is the only male heir in our Sinclair family, and you just leave him all alone in the hospital..."

"He’s the one who told me not to come."

"He was just saying that out of anger," my aunt continued. "Besides, he tells you not to come, so you just don’t come?"

I felt a wave of helplessness. "Fine, I’ll head over right now."

"That’s more like it!"

When I arrived at the hospital, I pushed open the door to see my aunt, uncle, and cousin gathered around my brother’s bed, laughing and talking. The moment they saw me walk in, however, all four of them fell silent.

It was as if an outsider had barged in.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling.

"Aunt, Uncle..." I greeted them in turn. My gaze then fell on my cousin, Sasha Young. "Sasha, you came too?"

Sasha pursed her lips and turned away to fiddle with her phone.

I was long used to her attitude, so I just placed the two bags of fruit I was carrying onto the table.

"Chelsea, your brother’s injuries aren’t going to heal overnight. Why don’t you get him moved to a VIP private room? It would be much more comfortable for him." My aunt looked at my brother, her face full of pity. The sight of the cast on his foot seemed to pain her especially.

I gave my brother an indifferent glance, but he immediately turned his head away, not daring to meet my gaze.

"He can have a VIP room..." I looked at my aunt and said seriously, "as long as he tells me why he got beaten up. The second he does, I’ll arrange the transfer."

My aunt’s face lit up at my words, and she quickly turned to my brother.

But my brother just scowled, his face full of impatience. "I already told you. I fell. I wasn’t beaten up..."

I let out a cold laugh and turned to my aunt. "You see, Aunt? He refuses to tell the truth, so my hands are tied."

My aunt frowned and gently patted the back of my brother’s hand. "You silly boy, why would you hide this? A blind man could see those bruises on your face are from a fight! Tell us what happened, and your uncle and I will get even for you!"

But my brother’s lips were sealed. He refused to say a word.

I’d had enough of my brother’s stubbornness. I pulled out my phone. "Fine, you won’t talk? Then I’ll call William Westwood right now and ask him why he beat you to a pulp!"

Seeing that I was about to dial, my brother panicked. He scrambled out of bed and hopped frantically toward me on one foot, trying to snatch my phone. "Wh-what are you doing? Don’t call him!"

"Mingming! Mingming, your foot! Be careful! Don’t fall!" My aunt cried out in alarm and rushed forward to steady him.

Taking advantage of his immobility, I dashed out into the hallway with my phone. Held back by my aunt, all he could do was glare at me in helpless frustration.

"I’ll talk! I’ll talk, alright?! Just hang up the phone!"

Hearing that, I hung up and walked back over to him. "Talk. What else are you hiding from me?"

My brother pressed his lips together, clearly reluctant. But when his gaze fell on the phone still in my hand, he hung his head and sighed heavily. "I... I didn’t really do much. I just sent... a report to the other side..."

"A report?" My heart clenched. "Reporting what?"

"Just... some evidence that the Westwood Family was funding their government’s political opponents..."

It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck me from a clear sky. My heart went cold.

"You... are you crazy? Why would you do something like that?"

’The Westwood Family’s century-old foundation was destroyed because they backed the wrong side...’

’And my brother was the one who sent the letter!’

’It was as if he’d personally handed over the knife that someone else then used to deliver the fatal blow to the Westwood Family!’

’Now, I was starting to think William Westwood had shown incredible mercy by only beating him up instead of killing him outright!’

"It was... it was Clara Langley. She kept crying to me, saying... saying the Westwoods wouldn’t let her go... I didn’t know she was already married back then..." my brother said, his voice full of panic. "Chelsea, what do I do now?"

"Now you’re asking me what to do? When I asked you before, why didn’t you say anything?"

"I... I..."

I sighed internally. ’But what good would it have done even if he had told me?’

’He’s gravely offended the Westwood Family!’

’In fact, I thought just breaking his leg was a mild punishment...’

"Chelsea, you’re so close with that crown prince of the Forrest Family! He’s so powerful and well-connected, he can definitely fix this!"

"Why are you bringing up Senior Forrest?" I frowned.

’I already owed Sebastian Forrest more favors than I could ever hope to repay. My brother’s situation was a huge mess; how could I have the audacity to ask him for help with this?!’

"Isn’t that Forrest heir pursuing you?" my brother said, grabbing my arm like it was his last hope. "He hangs on your every word. If you just ask him, I know he’ll help me fix this."

"Don’t be ridiculous!" I snapped, frowning. "I’ll figure something out for this. I’ll try my best to mediate for you, but if I can’t..."

My voice dropped. "Then you’ll have to face the consequences of your own actions!"

"He won’t mediate! He said he’ll kill me!" my brother cried out desperately.

’My heart clenched. I couldn’t tell if my brother was just being hysterical or if William Westwood truly intended to kill him...’

"Try not to panic. I’ll go sound out William Westwood first. There has to be a solution..."

My brother knew that I was his only hope now, so he had no choice but to agree. "Alright."

Because my aunt’s family had come to Kington on short notice, they didn’t have a place to stay.

I had planned to book them a hotel, but they insisted on coming back to my apartment to "squeeze in," claiming they weren’t comfortable in hotels and would only stay for one night before leaving.

I couldn’t argue with them. ’It’s only for one night,’ I thought, ’so it shouldn’t be a problem.’ Besides, my place has three bedrooms, so there was technically enough room. I had no choice but to take them home with me.

I had just driven them to my apartment building and we were waiting for the elevator when I suddenly heard someone call my name. "Chelsea?"

"Senior Forrest?" I looked at Sebastian Forrest, pleasantly surprised. "What a coincidence."

Sebastian Forrest’s gaze fell on the people behind me. "And these are...?"

"My aunt, uncle, and their family. They’re just staying for one night..."

"Hello, sir, ma’am. I’m Sebastian Forrest. I was Chelsea’s senior in college."

"Oh, hello, hello..."

Sebastian Forrest looked away from them and back at me. "You all haven’t eaten yet, have you? Let me treat you to dinner. A proper welcome for your aunt and uncle."