Knowing Brother Ep 121 소설 & 이야기

I smile "okay after we done we will go to the park " I have to face them sooner or later we walk to my father's ward he's sitting in his bed with my baby sister in his arms while my youngest brother is on his phone Melissa is sitting besides him clutching his hand smiling up at him and Zach is sitting on the couch next to my baby brother.

I could never imagine losing him or someone taking advantage of my brother. I firmly remarked, "Miranda, we need to talk," observing her look of surprise upon hearing me. "I don't think there's any reason for discussion now, Ang. You've already made up your mind about me, so what's the use of this chat?" she responded with a serious voice. "It's about your divorce with my brother," I said, which was not what she expected. The arrogance of her to think I'd stand by after learning of her infidelity against my brother!

I have to act naturally if I don't want to be embarrassed. "Yes..." he answered. I stiffened at his answer. "What?" I confirm. "He knows the ins and outs of the Agama Forest, so I'm sure he's gone by now," he explained. I sighed heavily. I didn't know it would be this complicated. Then it will be more difficult for Damon to catch him. "From the very start I already know that he is the mastermind of my brother's death," he said which made me shocked. What? He knows that Jules killed his brother? How?!

Just stared at me like I’d spoken nonsense, like the sound hadn’t arranged itself into meaning yet. “Marcus,” he repeated. Flat. Empty. Like a word scraped clean of emotion. “Your brother.” It was like I’d set him on fire. He let go of me abruptly, stepping back as if my skin burned. One step. Then another. His back hit the edge of the console table and he didn’t seem to notice. “No,” he said. Not angry. Not loud. Just refusal. “He said he’s been watching,” I rushed on, the words tumbling over each other now that they’d started. “He knows everything. He knows about us. He knows Mom had cameras. He said ” My voice wavered. “He said family’s coming home.”

"The third brother, your killing intent is a bit heavy." The first brother reminded him, "He's a disciple of the Divine Bone Dock after all. You can't kill him so easily." "Yes, sir," the third brother replied. However, the first brother also knew that. Their minds were connected. Didn't Big Brother know that he wanted to kill someone? Big brother knew, but he didn't stop him, so he thought he could kill the cultivator! Therefore, they were just putting on an act for outsiders to see. "Get lost. Don't stay here and get in the way," the second brother said slowly.

I needed to let someone know before I go crazy. "He's Anabel's brother, Maya," I finally said, breaking into tears. Maya's eyes went wide. "Wait. What? The guy from the bar is Anabel’s brother? Your Anabel?" "Yes, my Anabel." I dropped my head into my hands. Maya leaned back slowly. “Oh... Wow.” “Yeah,” I said, letting out a bitter laugh. Maya stayed quiet, letting it sink in. “So… Anabel doesn’t know?” Maya asked.

I thought last summer was horrible, but this, Jaxon losing his mind, his mate showing up, Halie AWOL, and then finding out my brother was a murderer, this took the cake. They have successfully made me question my sanity. Enzo gazes in my direction and panicking I attempt to pretend something has my attention instead of watching them socialize. When he proceeds to leave Uncle, however, I take it as my cue to skeddle. "No point in running, I already know who you are." My brother says suddenly. "I'm sorry I think you have the wrong person." I answer in a high pitched squeakiest voice I could muster. "Yeah, right as if I wouldn't know you from a mile away."

“You said you’d fill me in moments ago. You promised.” {Yes, but not this particular one.} His voice was softer, almost guilty. {Just the information you can find on G****e. Basic stuff.} The frustration boiled over, my chest tight with helplessness. “So now who do I ask?” Silence. Long, heavy silence that made my skin crawl. Then, quietly: {Your brother.} My breath caught. “He knows?” {Yes.} Roundy’s glow steadied, but the hesitation lingered. {He’s a survivor.}

“But I think I know now. I think it’s pretty obvious. So why don’t you just tell me how you know him and we can get this mess straightened out?” Even now his eyes are so kind and calm. “Tell us what the fuck’s going on!” Cain barks, and it brings me to my senses. I look from one to the other and know there’s no running from this. “That’s not Mathew Connor,” I whisper. “That’s my brother, Peter. The first brother I remember.” Cain’s eyes widen but not as wide as Brian’s. “How long have you known him as Peter?” “He is Peter!” I yell.

"You two are trying to cozy up to my family, huh? Too late for that! Tell me, besides our family, are there any other Smiths even worth mentioning? What a pair of country bumpkins!" Then, he turned back to my brother, his voice dripping with malice. "Timothy, so what if you've got good grades? So what if you spent a year working hard? With a single word, my mom can make everything you've done count for nothing." My brother, Timothy, lowered his head even further, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. Seeing him endure it in silence, I understood instantly. This Smith kid had probably been bullying my brother for a while now.