And just like that, Alyssa and Dean left, leaving only McNeil and his son, Byran, in the room.
Byran pulled a chair over to his fatherâs bedside. Concern was etched all over his face. âDad, how are you feeling? Thirsty? Need a glass of water?â
âIâm fine, son.â McNeil shook his head as his thoughts wandered towards the door. âWhereâs your brother? Isnât he back yet?â
âHeâs back, Dad. Heâs in his room.â Byran replied. âHe was the one who told me to look for you in the storage room; otherwise, we wouldnât have found you. You shouldâve seen Grandma and Grandpa;
they were so worried they even called the police. Donât do this again, Dad. If you want to have a drink, just call us. Weâll join you. Thereâs no need to sneak around.â
McNeil glanced at his son, realizing that he had become a very mature adult. He chuckled at himself, âI promise, no more drinking, but your brother certainly wonât join me for a drink.â
Considering his brotherâs personality, Byran had to agree. âIf he wonât drink, I can. Iâm not a kid anymore, Dad. I can join you.â
McNeil merely smiled and didnât say anything more.
Balfour would rather have Byran come to him than come to see his own father. How much resentment must he hold?
âDad, I didnât ask before. Why is there a storage room in your bedroom? I noticed thereâs a bed and some of your clothes in there. You havenât been living there, have you?â
Snapping back from his thoughts, McNeil replied, âItâs nothing. Itâs always been there. Iâm fine. Byran, you should go now; itâs getting late. Time for bed.â
Byran shook his head. âI promised Grandma and Grandpa that Iâd take care of you. Iâm not sleepy;
donât worry.â
McNeil frowned. âIâm fine, son. You should go and tell your brother that Iâm okay.â
Realizing that his brother didnât come earlier and might not know that their father was found, Byran stood up. âAlright, Iâll tell him. Iâll be back in a bit.â
With that, he hastily exited the room.
McNeilâs gaze turned distant as he watched his younger son leave. He stared at the ceiling as he seemingly lost himself in thought.
Byran returned to Balfourâs room, knocking before entering.
âDadâs okay, Balfour. He was just drunk and fell asleep in that storage room you told me about.â
Balfour, still lounging on the couch with a cigarette in hand, simply grunted in acknowledgement. He was seemingly disinterested.
Seeing his brother in such a state, Byran decided to grow courageous. He snatched the half-smoked cigarette from Balfourâs hand and extinguished it in an ashtray.
âBalfour, stop smoking! You used to hate the smell of smoke. Now, itâs all over your room. How are you going to sleep?â
Balfourâs brows furrowed in irritation. âNow youâre bossing me around?â
His brotherâs intense gaze made Byran step back, but he didnât regret his actions.
â1⦠Iâm just looking out for you, Balfour! Smoking is harmful! Itâs written on the pack!â
Balfour stared at him for a moment before scoffing. âFine. Go to your room and sleep.â
Byran, noticing Balfourâs unusual mood, cautiously asked, âBalfour, whatâs wrong? Are you worried about Ellinor and Theo?â