The domineering Uchiha drove the Third Hokage mad!

Chapter 449 Dimon's Dissatisfaction

Uchiha Mitsunori gently helped her tidy her clothes, then picked her up and carried her to the washroom.

Warm water washed over her body as he carefully washed her hair and wiped her skin, his movements intimate and gentle.

After washing up, the two went to the restaurant to have breakfast.

The table was already set with exquisite dishes, and Uchiha Mitsunori, just like last night, carefully cut a steak for Ada and fed it to her.

Ada's cheeks flushed slightly, but she obediently accepted the gesture and would occasionally feed him a bite, creating a warm and sweet atmosphere.

After breakfast, Uchiha Mitsunori held Ada's hand, his body surrounded by a faint purple chakra aura.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

After saying that, the two disappeared from the bedroom, leaving behind only warmth and sunlight.

The next second, the two figures appeared at the Shell organization's base.

The cold fluorescent lights in the corridor emitted a faint hum, casting a pale white light.

Uchiha Mikado did not step in together, but stood slightly to the side, about half a step away from her, and raised his hand to tidy the hair that had been blown into her temples by the wind.

"Call me anytime if you need anything, I'll be waiting nearby."

Ada glanced back at him, a faint blush rising on her cheeks from the intimate gesture.

She nodded gently, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the hem of her skirt: "Okay, I understand. Don't overwork yourself."

After saying that, he raised his hand and pressed the sensor button next to the door.

The alloy door slid open slowly, making a slight "hissing" sound. The cold air inside, mixed with a faint smell of medicine, wafted out.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her anxiety, and stepped inside.

The room was lit by cool white lights, a stark contrast to the warm yellow of the Uchiha Mitsurugi residence. The walls were made of a monotonous silver-gray alloy, and the air purifier in the corner emitted a faint hum, making the entire space feel particularly oppressive.

Dimon was sitting back on the bed covered with white sheets, with two thick pillows behind him. His wrists were wrapped in brand-new white bandages, and the edges of the bandages still smelled faintly of medicine, the smell of the base's unique anti-inflammatory medicine.

His complexion was much better than before, the sickly pallor had faded, but his brows were furrowed into a deep frown, and his right hand unconsciously rubbed his bandaged wrist, his fingertips repeatedly brushing against the fabric, revealing an inescapable gloom and restlessness.

Hearing the door open, his previously lowered eyelids snapped open, and his yellow pupils turned toward the doorway.

The moment he saw Ada, his dim eyes lit up for a moment, like a spark being ignited, but the light lasted only for a second before quickly dimming again, as if he were looking at a stranger.

Ida walked quickly to the bedside, her skirt swaying gently with her movements, creating a slight breeze.

She leaned down, resting her elbows on the edge of the bed, her voice filled with undisguised concern: "Dimon, how are you? Does your wound still hurt? Did the doctor say when it will be fully healed?"

As she spoke, she subconsciously raised her hand, her fingertips slightly bent, wanting to touch her brother's bandaged wrist and feel the tightness of the bandage.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the fabric, Dimon abruptly turned his head away, quickly pulled his arm back, and instinctively tensed his shoulders, resolutely avoiding her touch.

"Don't worry about me... I'm fine."

Dimon's voice was muffled, as if a wad of cotton was stuck in his throat, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor at the end.

He turned his face away, his gaze falling on the gray sky outside the window.

The base was located deep underground, and what he called "outside the window" was just an electronic screen simulating the sky, which was currently displaying gloomy weather, just like his mood.

He refused to look at Ada, but his ears, hidden behind his hair, were slightly red, and his auricles were trembling slightly, revealing his inner turmoil.

After a full five seconds of silence, he couldn't help but turn his head, his eyes scrutinizing her sharply, like a scanner, slowly moving from Ida's cheeks to the depths of her eyes.

Her flushed cheeks, the lingering soft glow in her eyes, the faint curve of her lips, and the aura surrounding her that wasn't her own—it was the unique scent of Uchiha Mitsumine.

He knew his sister too well; this look of being enveloped in love and filled with spring fever was clearly the result of a whole night of intimate time together.

An unnamed fire suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart, burning him so hard that his chest felt tight and his breathing became heavier.

"You...were with Uchiha Mitsunaga all night?"

Dimon seemed to be suppressing his emotions, his hands quietly clenching the sheets beside him, leaving deep wrinkles and messy marks on the white sheets.

Ada was taken aback by the blunt question. Her pupils contracted slightly, and her cheeks instantly turned as red as ripe apples, the redness spreading from her cheeks to her ears.

She instinctively avoided Dimon's gaze, her eyes darting to the floor beside the bed.

After a long while, she softly hummed in agreement, which would have been almost drowned out by the sound of the air purifier if the room hadn't been so quiet.

"Sister, you...!"

The moment he received confirmation, Dimon's emotions completely erupted.

He sat up abruptly, the cushion behind him slipping off and falling to the floor with a thud, breaking the silence of the room.

He raised his bandaged wrist, pointing to his wound, his voice trembling with grievance and anger: "He beat me so badly my whole body ached, and I lay here worrying about you, afraid he'd bully you. I didn't sleep a wink all night! Every hour I wanted to call someone to look for you, but I was afraid of disturbing you! And you, you spent the whole night with him! And only now are you coming to see me!"

His eyes quickly reddened, and glistening tears welled up, but he stubbornly refused to let them fall: "In your heart, is he more important than me? Has he taken you away? Will he never care about me again?"

As he spoke the last sentence, his chest heaved violently, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Ada was stunned by her brother's intense reaction. She opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

Seeing Dimon's aggrieved expression and red-rimmed eyes, she felt a surge of guilt that overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

She leaned forward, wanting to hold her brother's hand, but he suddenly pulled away.

"Dimmon, it's not what you think. Let me explain."

Her voice trembled slightly with anxiety, her fingertips flailing frantically in the air before falling back down helplessly: "Sanfeng... he didn't bully me. We truly love each other. We just... we just stayed together."

As she spoke the last few words, her voice grew softer and softer, and her cheeks turned so red they were almost bleeding... This intimate relationship made it difficult for her to speak frankly to her younger brother, and she harbored a slight anxiety about being blamed by him.

"Just staying together?"

Dimon suddenly raised his voice, his anger intensifying, almost shouting.

He stared intently at Ida, as if trying to see right through her: "Sister, who are you trying to fool? The way you look, it's obvious you slept with him!"

His chest heaved violently, his right hand gripping his injured wrist tightly. The pain brought back vivid memories of the humiliating scene of being pinned to the ground and humiliated by Uchiha Mitsunori. The feeling of powerlessness he felt, as if his opponent were a mountain pressing down on him, still haunted him.

Thinking of his sister and the person who beat him up, so intimately connected, he felt as if his heart was being tightly gripped by a hand, aching and suffocating, making it difficult to even breathe.

"Have you forgotten how he treated me? He pinned me to the ground and beat me, then mocked me for overestimating myself! Not only did you not help me, but you're getting so close to him. Are you even my sister?"

"Sanfeng...he didn't mean to hit you, it was a misunderstanding!"

Ada hurriedly defended Uchiha Mitsunori, speaking rapidly as if afraid she'd miss a chance to explain: "He just wanted to stop you from acting impulsively, afraid you'd cause trouble or get hurt. Besides, he's a really good person; he even helped me improve my strength, you see..."

As she spoke, she subconsciously mobilized her chakra, a pale golden aura swirling around her: "This is the Six Paths level Sage Body and Celestial Mode, both of which he helped me unlock. From now on, I can protect you better, Dimon. Don't hate him anymore, let's make up with him, okay? He won't hurt us."

Her eyes were full of expectation, hoping that her younger brother could understand her.

"Make up? Impossible!"

Dimon refused without hesitation, leaving no room for negotiation.

He suddenly swung his hand, sweeping a glass from beside the bed to the floor. The glass shattered on the floor with a "bang," shards flying everywhere.

"He's a bastard! He's my enemy! I'm not making up with him!"

"Sister, if you continue to associate with him, I... I'll never speak to you again! I'll move out and never see you again!"

Ada was shocked and upset that her brother would say such hurtful things. Her eyes welled up with tears and her voice rose a few decibels.

"Dimon! How could you say that? Feng isn't as bad as you think. He's been very good to me and has never hurt me. Why won't you believe me and give us a chance?"

"I don't believe it! I only believe what I see!"

Dimon finally couldn't hold back his tears, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the sheets.

He raised his hand and wiped away his tears haphazardly, but the more he wiped, the more tears streamed down his face, and he cried even harder: "He hit me, and he stole my most important sister! He's a bad person! I'll never forgive him! Before, you only had eyes for me, and you took me everywhere you went, but now you only have eyes for him!"

His voice grew softer and softer, the last few words almost a murmur, filled with loss and fear.

He was truly afraid—afraid that his sister would no longer belong to him, afraid that he would no longer be the most important person in her heart.