Howe Westbrook found the person he had been looking for over the past two days on the second floor.
The man lying on the hospital bed had skin as white as ivory, made even paler due to blood loss, giving off a faint hazy glow. His features were extraordinarily beautiful, more delicate than a woman’s, and the small tear mole under his left eye highlighted his entire face. At this mont, he lay quietly on the bed, his dark eyes looking calmly over, as if he had long anticipated who the visitor would be, making one want to tear apart that face!
"Second Brother, I heard you were in a car accident. Why didn’t you tell the family? I had to look for you for so long." Howe Westbrook never liked this brother. Even though he feigned concern with his words, his tone was icy and sinister, "Didn’t you know I would worry about you?"
"Worry about whether I’m dead or not?" Lyle Westbrook sat up calmly.
He can’t perform intense movents right now and could only lean on the pillow at the head of the bed, slightly sitting up. Even so, everyone in the room heard his muffled grunt.
’Click—’
’Click—’
Several dark gun barrels pointed at him simultaneously.
Even Howe Westbrook took a cautious step back due to his sudden movent, creating a safe distance.
"Heh." Their overwhelming reaction exceeded Lyle Westbrook’s expectations. He tugged at his pale lips, letting out a faint laugh, "Haven’t you already cleared the people I had outside? What are you afraid of?"
Howe Westbrook’s face suddenly turned ugly!
"You’re courting death!"
Of course, he was afraid; his brother was too capable, too ruthless. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he had to; Lyle Westbrook was more powerful than him!
With a half-brother more powerful than himself in existence, what hope did his future hold? So he must seize this opportunity before the Old Man reacts and take care of him.
This generation of the Westbrook Family only had him left as the heir; he didn’t believe the Old Man would give the position to soone else!
"You want my life?" Lyle Westbrook raised an eyebrow, speaking in such a nonchalant tone as if asking about sothing that wasn’t related to him.
His calm and composed deanor undoubtedly deepened Howe Westbrook’s suspicion.
Howe Westbrook grew even more suspicious that his brother still had a backup plan, possibly having people hidden in this villa!
Thinking of this, he couldn’t wait another second; opportunities don’t wait, and he needed to be the one to seize it!
After making up his mind, he beca entirely ruthless. The handso outline of his face, marred by heavy bags under his eyes from excessive indulgence, was still visible as he scoffed and set his face grimly, "What do you think? I finally found my dear brother; how could I bear to see you suffer? Look, your wounds haven’t healed yet; they must hurt every day, right? Just thinking about it hurts . Ah, long-term pain is better than short-term pain."
"When one closes their eyes, they know nothing and won’t endure the pain of the injuries from the car accident." His tone was cold, a sneer on his lips, "Dear brother, if you want to bla anyone, bla yourself. Why didn’t you stay peacefully in Linton City? Why did you have to return to Country T?"
Lyle Westbrook tightly pressed his thin lips, staring into his eyes, "We are related by blood. Even if not from the sa mother, at least we’re of one father. Are you sure you want to kill ?"
"Don’t bring that up with !" Howe Westbrook seed to have been struck in a sore spot, "You and your Mom are just here to disgust the world!"
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