"If you are capable enough to run away from your home, then you are capable enough to handle your mother as well," Silas said flatly, his tone carrying that sharp edge of finality that made it clear he wasn't going to lift a finger to help him.
His long strides carried him forward, not even glancing back at Adrian's pitiful face.
'Rightfully a devil,' Adrian mumbled under his breath, dragging his feet with a grumble. He inhaled deeply, puffing up his chest as though that alone could give him courage, and finally forced his features into something resembling a serious expression.
His fists clenched at his sides, as though he were about to step onto a battlefield rather than into his own brother's home.
The heavy doors creaked open, and immediately a dramatic, high-pitched wail echoed through the grand entrance hall.
"Oh my god! Why am I hearing that you are married from a social media post?!"
