Sweet Subterfuge

Sitting at the main head table were the three Rogers brothers and their sons. The women and grandchildren were arranged to sit at the next head table close by.

The moment Kevan got closer, Anthony stood up and waved at him, “Kevan, here!”

The gazes of everyone else at the table only fell on him then.

There was an empty seat next to Anthony, which had clearly been left for Kevan.

Kevan did not take his seat at once but went over to Bemard to give him the prepared gill. “Happy birthday. Uncle Bernard.” Kevan smiled faintly, his voice hac a rare trace of gentleness when faced with all these people he was always good with pulling superficial

performances, even during the years in which the relationship of his side and theirs was at its most strained. He never did anything that could allow anyone to hold leverage over him when it came to public and social settings.

just that ever since he “lost” his memory, he was colder to his family and friends. So, his attitude

not deliberately show displeasure to Kevan as he usually did. Instead, he laughed joyfully as he hugged the exquisite wooden

to Bemard’s desires. Bernard drank like his fe depended on it, but he was very unbearable once he got drunk. Therefore, he’d embarrassed himself multiple

“You gave him liquor?!” Her voice was quite loud, and the high volume easily cul

froze on his

to look

doctor said that he can’t drink!” Maria glared at Kevan angrily. hatred burning in her garr as if Kevan was a

arrogant loser who used to live off his parents, and now lived off his son. Although he had big ambitions, he could not make any huge waves. Because of thal, Kevan never sent anyone to monitor Bernard’s

before discussing it with them, “I will pick a different gift for Uncle

“Let me lake it home as a decoration!

instruct him to not drink too much-but this was “not too much. Having an occasional cup or two was fine. He glanced at his wile over at the other table and grumbled to himself internally. “This st upid