CHAPTER 177

WHAT BRENDA KNOWS

'Why do good men die and the selfish monsters live?' Brantley pondered as he walked down the corridors of his father's house empty mindedly.

"Do you want to bulldoze me before you notice that something is in front of you?"

Brenda was starting in front of him, with her short self and crutches.

He halted abruptly, for real, he had not taken note of the girl.

"Oh, I see you've upgraded to crutches. They're cute." Brantley rubbed her head like a kitten.

She supported her weight on one crutch, freed her other hand and used it to slap his hand off.

"Why are you always fighting with father?" The youngest White asked.

Bran was stunned, he did not expect that question from here. He was speechless for a few seconds, trying to think of an appropriate response to that.

"We were talking, maybe a little of a disagreement, but we were not fighting." Brantley looked down and said.

"You were loud!" She raised one side of her lip, confident about her statement and presumption.

"Wha