Chapter 1672

Balfour glared at Byran with iciness in his eyes. “Enough with the chatter. Move it!”

Byran was cowed, yet he did not budge. He was frozen in fear and confusion.

Balfour, running out of patience, shoved his brother aside and stormed into the room.

Ellinor was sitting by the hospital bed, feeding their father chicken soup. The harmonious scene took Balfour aback, and his anger faded.

Byran, pushed to the ground by his brother, scrambled up and gaped at the sight before him.

Ellinor had been reluctant to come here at first. Who would have thought that she would be willing to feed their father?

Little did they know that Ellinor was not in this position by choice. McNeil had dropped his bowl earlier, staining the bandages on his wrist with blood. She could not bear to see it and had to lend a hand.

Balfour shook off his surprise, turned, and glared at his disobedient brother. “Didn’t I tell you not to call her?”

to laugh it off. “Bro, I didn’t call her. I

disbelief. “You think that makes it

Byran fell silent.

the half-finished bowl of soup from Ellinor’s hand,

It’s none of

“It’s good that you’re here. Take care of

that, she quietly walked

a beat, Balfour lifted his hand, gently patting her head. “Wait outside for a bit. I’ll drive you

still need a lift from them. It didn’t matter to her whether it was Balfour’s or Byran’s

in agreement and quietly walked

the bed, looking down at his father

with a self-deprecating smile on his lips. “I…I want to see

see her own

any more trouble at home. Don’t make our grandparents

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