Meet My Brothers by Red Thirteen

"You don't have to tell me what to do, I know that," Timothy said.

When night fell, Timothy squirmed restlessly in his seat. He couldn't help but send Ginger a message. "What are you doing?"

But there was no reply, and he became agitated.

Loosening his tie, he stood in front of the window and looked at the lights emitting from other houses.

He could almost imagine how lively the Lane residence was now, but it had nothing to do with him.

He seemed forlorn.

Soon, his phone beeped. Timothy instinctively stubbed out the cigarette in his hand and ran to grab his phone.

To his surprise, his hand was trembling, and his heart was racing.

When he opened his WhatsApp, he found that it wasn't a reply from Ginger but a message from a group chat that tagged everyone.

Timothy became downhearted right away. He left the group chat in annoyance.

Why must they tag everyone at this critical moment? Were they crazy or something?

phone aside grumpily, Timothy rubbed his temples. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't himself

in the past, he himself wouldn't

was brightly lit. All the maids were

room, helping him move all the

piling up in his room. However, Sage still kept a few presents

She

she researched some telescope brands. However, she could not recognize this particular

since Sage chose to keep it out of

telescope and asked, "Why did you choose to keep this particular

is great, and it's easy

had inquired about it but could not find one. After all,

luck and effort to

still opening the gifts in his room, she left and went to

at her and asked, "How is

he can adapt well. But there are

room, So

sort them out. He'll be here in a minute. By the way, Eva, who bought

others bought a few as well. But