Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy

Chapter 120 - 121 | Everything is a Sides Situation

"Fuck," I muttered, seeing the name displayed.

"My sister." I stared at the phone like it might explode. It probably would, metaphorically speaking.

"I’d rather gargle glass." But I picked up the phone anyway. Some calls you just don’t ignore, unless you want worse problems later.

The perfect female version of me, if I’d been born with a god complex and zero impulse control.

"I’m your only brother, Vivi."

I kept my face neutral. "No idea what you’re talking about."

Mera raised an eyebrow at me, mouthing "covering for you?"

"And you just happened to stretch your arm like rubber and create portals?" Vivian’s eyes narrowed. "Since when do you have multiple abilities? Your file says adaptive-type, but that’s recent, isn’t it?"

"Clearly." Her gaze shifted slightly. "And who are these lovely creatures with you? Introduce me to your... friends."

"Girlfriends?" Vivian’s perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched higher. "Plural? My, my, Ro Ro, you’ve been busy."

"Pleasure," Cheon said with perfect politeness.

I felt Cheon stiffen beside me. Before she could say something regrettable, I shifted the conversation. "What do you want, Vivi? I know this isn’t a social call."

"Let me guess—you volunteered?"

The nickname grated every time she used it. In my past life, I’d have told her exactly where she could shove that nickname, but Rome D’Angelo was supposed to have a different relationship with his sister—one I hadn’t fully grasped yet.

"Oh, that’s the easy part." Vivian waved a manicured hand. "We’re leaning into it. The Angelo heir showing his heroic nature, saving innocent civilians with his newly manifested abilities. The timing is suspicious, but Father’s lawyers will handle the NEA inquiries."

A terrifying thought.

I felt Mera and Cheon tense on either side of me.

"Everything about you is my business, little brother." Something possessive flashed across her face. "We’re Angelos. We don’t have secrets from each other."

"Some things are private, Vivi."

Fuck. If she’d seen the footage, that meant Father had too.

"That’s not how adaptive-types work, and we both know it." She tilted her head, studying me. "But whatever you’ve done, I have to admit—it’s impressive. Look at my little Ro Ro, getting so strong with such a powerful Essentia."

"Father will want tests, of course," she continued. "Private ones, conducted by our research division. Your abilities could have significant applications for the company."

"No, you’re an Angelo. And Angelos serve the family interests." Her smile returned, all teeth. "But maybe you can be saved from Father’s... scrutiny. If you’re willing to work with me instead."

"What do you want, Vivian?"

Old times? What the fuck had happened between these siblings?

"Don’t think too long. My meeting with Father starts in twenty minutes, and I need to know whose side I’m taking before I walk in."

"Everything is a sides situation in our family." She smiled again, this time with something like genuine affection. "Call me after your classes tomorrow. We’ll discuss the details."

"Well," Mera said after a moment, "your sister seems nice."

"She called you Ro Ro," Cheon observed. "Multiple times."

"And what did she mean by ’covering for you’ and ’old times’?" Mera asked, her yellow eyes narrowing. "You two have history?"

"She looked at you like she owned you," Cheon said quietly. "Not like a sister looks at a brother."

Great. As if I didn’t have enough complications, now I had to worry about my possibly incestuous sister with an ownership complex.