Chapter 1027:
He didnât even get to finish before Brookâs face turned ice cold.
âIf I were you,â Brook cut in sharply, âI wouldnât go around admitting I got beaten by a woman.â
Without hesitation, Brook raised his hand and called for a servant. âMake sure he stays kneeling outside. Not a minute less,â Brook commanded firmly.
The servant nodded quickly, clearly uneasy. âYes, sir,â he replied, his voice trembling.
In their position, they knew that anything they saw or heard had to stay buried forever.
Moments later, Hoyt was kneeling outside, humiliated and seething. âI donât need you hovering over me! Iâll endure it on my own!â Hoyt snapped, glaring angrily at the servant.
Allison, meanwhile, was quietly watching Brook.
She noticed that whenever Hoyt acted obedient, Brookâs gaze toward him was filled with superiority.
He seemed to relish having complete control over his son.
In some ways, Hoyt was exactly what Brook wanted in a child.
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But Kellan? He could never be that way.
Once Hoyt left the room, Brook turned his attention to Kellan. âIâve already dealt with him. You should remember, after all, heâs still your brother,â Brook said, his tone lofty and dismissive.
With a gesture meant to appear magnanimous, Brook continued, âWhen youâre around others, you need to get along. Donât let anyone laugh at the Lloyd family. At the very least, keep appearances.â
Allison couldnât stop herself from letting out a mocking laugh.
âMr. Lloyd, you really are something,â Allison said with a biting tone. âBut hereâs the problem â Kellan is a person, not some obedient dog. He has his own mind and wonât bow to anyoneâs demands.â
At that moment, Allison fully understood Brookâs true nature. There wasnât an ounce of fatherly love in him â not for Kellan, and even less for Hoyt.
To Brook, they were nothing but pawns on a chessboard.
The only difference was that Kellan was the better pawn, more valuable and deserving of slightly better treatment.
Yet Brook had the audacity to act righteous, as though he was merely training a loyal pet.
Kellan, too, wasnât one to hold back. His words dripped with sarcasm. âWhatâs your plan, Brook? Do you think faking harmony will fool people into believing the Lloyd family is one big, happy unit?â His face was cold, utterly devoid of emotion.
After a brief pause, he added sharply, âDonât say such nauseating things. The hypocrisy makes me want to vomit.â
Kellanâs sarcastic tone, dripping with disdain, gnawed at the last shred of patience Brook had left.
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