The Kiss that Sparked it All

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?”

laugh it off. “Bro, I didn’t call her. I went straight to the Blanchet

snorted in disbelief. “You think that makes it

Byran fell silent.

the half-finished bowl of soup from Ellinor’s hand, setting it aside.

It’s none

you’re here. Take care of your father. I’ll take my leave

quietly walked out of the room.

Balfour lifted his hand, gently patting her head. “Wait outside for

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

nodded in agreement and quietly

left, Balfour stood by the bed, looking down at his father with a sarcastic smile. “So, you don’t want

at his son’s cold eyes with a self-deprecating smile on his lips. “I…I want to see your mother again.”

even want to see her own son, so would