A few moments earlier, Nathan stared at the old building in front of him. Was this where Haisley lived? Was this place better than Nathan's own home? He snorted and entered the building. The elevator was moving slowly, and Nathan felt impatient. Eventually, he chose to run up the stairs to the floor where Haisley's room was located.
He paced back and forth for a moment, torn between barging in forcefully or politely knocking on her door. Eventually, in his remaining patience, Nathan's hand lifted, and he knocked on the door roughly.
Haisley opened the door. Her face was flushed, and her hair was disheveled. Nathan's mind instantly turned negative. He ignored her surprised question, walked in, and immediately saw the messy bed.
His suspicion was correct. His brother had engaged in inappropriate behavior with Haisley, the girl they were supposed to protect. Instantly, anger surged within him. Rage clouded his mind. Nathan forcefully opened the bathroom door, causing it to slam loudly ag
