Brandan lay on the ground, clutching his chest, his blood boiling within. His sinister eyes stared intently at his father, filled with boundless killing intent and resentment.
No one dared to mess with him like that, and he wouldn't be trifled with—only because Charles Hyde was his father, he didn't guard against him, and because he was his father, no matter what he did, he couldn't kill him…!
Iris Harris stood up from the sofa and helped Brandan up from the ground. Her face appeared especially pale in the clear morning light.
She held onto Brandan's rigid body and pulled him back to sit on the sofa.
Emily Dormer timidly walked down from upstairs, she lowered her head and stood by Charles Hyde's side, cautiously lifting her eyes to sneak a glance at Brandan, softly calling out, "Brother Brandan…"
Brandan suddenly kicked, flipping the crystal coffee table in front of him. He looked at Emily with a gloomy gaze, "If you dare call my name again, I'll kill you!"
