(Blake's POV)
If looks could kill, I would be dead by now, killed by the three pairs of eyes and buried by their sneers. Samantha could not really make her mouth shut, sharing everything to the two that when Matthew and Eric found out about Bree’s condition, they did not stop looking at me with great dismay and disappointment as if I did a felony. I had to bring Bree inside the penthouse, hoping she would stop crying and calling Tara, but still, it took a long time for me to pacify her.
My arms were already stiffed from carrying Bree, so I had to sit down on the couch and gently put her down.
“Will you please stop it!” I gritted my teeth, angry at their constant glancing and sneering. Matthew shook his head that I almost took the donut from his hand, wanting to tell him he has no right to eat in my place when I was still mad at him. Eric was standing beside him, forehead furrowing and he
