Chapter 423 This Isn't an Act!
Isaac fearfully begged for mercy, âYoung Master Brian; Young Master Brian, it has nothing to do with
me! Young Master Brian, please let me go!â However, Brian simply glanced at him coldly without
saying anything. Then, he left.
Half an hour later, Brian arrived at Muse Peninsula and immediately saw Silas, who was waiting for
him at the underground parking garage. His mind went blank. When it came to Silas, he only felt
extraordinarily furious-the same way one would feel when meeting oneâs enemy. Thus, he got out of
the car and walked over mechanically.
When Silas saw him walking over empty-handed, he asked with a frown, âWhy did you
ask me to come down and get you if you're empty-handed?â
On the other hand, the corner of Brian's lips curved upward into a smile, and that smile was
chillingly frightening. Without waiting for Silas to question what was going on, his fist flew toward
Silas without any warning. Silas avoided the punch instinctively, confusedly asking, âWhat are you
doing?!â At that moment, he had no idea that his brother wanted to kill him. He thought that
people might be monitoring them from the side. Although he no longer cared, he played along with
Brian's act and pretended to fight with him. However, he gradually realized that something was
amiss. His brother was throwing punches endlessly, and every blow was lethal! This isnât an act! By
then, he had already taken several blows. âWhat on earth is wrong with you?!â Brian remained silent.
Moreover, he didn't even give Silas the chance to catch his breath. His heart felt like it was burning
with flames of fury-so much so that all the organs in his body were hurting. In the beginning, Silas
merely avoided the attacks. Unfortunately, Brian was skillful. Not only that, but he also fought
desperately and without care-he was fighting to kill. Thus, Silas had no choice but to fight back.
Only then could he manage to get a short breather. âBrian, are you insane?!â However, Brian
continued to stay silent. Like a robot that had been pre-programmed, his punches kept coming-it
was like he didn't feel pain. On the other hand, Silas did his best to fight Brian without hurting him
too badly. He arrived here so late; something must have happened just now. Perhaps, he is trying to
vent out his emotions. Or perhaps, he had been provoked. No matter what the reason, he isn't in
the mood to talk. All he wants to do is fight. If so, I have no choice but to keep up with him.
Meanwhile, his phone kept ringing non-stop and he guessed that the calls were from Camila. After
all, they had been exchanging blows for nearly 30 minutes by now. âBrian, if you have something to
say, can't we sit down and discuss it?"
Still, Brian continued to remain silent. His fists were already incapable of swinging, yet he continued
swinging them. It felt like he wasn't planning to stop until he exhausted himself. The truth is so hard
to swallow! If I were a woman, I'd be wailing and weeping by now. Just a few days ago, I was even
trying to come up with excuses for Silas, thinking that perhaps he had his own dilemmas. Not only
that, but I also felt fortunate for finding another place to call home! But now, I learned that I'm
incurably foolish. That so-called home is nothing more than Snow White's poisoned apple-it was a
trap to poison me! He could understand the reason behind Silas's betrayal. After all, Silas chose to
betray him and his mother out of self-protection. But! I can't believe he arranged for our mother's
death just for the sake of protecting himself! How am I supposed to forgive that?! I know that when
people are forced to choose between harming others or harming themselves, they will choose to
harm others. But, that woman was our mother! Is he even human?! How can I ever forgive him?!
Thus, the unspeakable anger in his heart could only be transferred into his fists as he lashed out
blindly. Just die like this! It'll be over once you die!
Camila had been waiting upstairs for a very long time. Even so, the two brothers didn't come
upstairs. Moreover, they were not answering their phones. Unable to contain her worry, she came
downstairs. As a result, she saw the two brothers locked in a fistfight at the underground parking
garage. Not only that but their faces were also sporting bruises, especially Silas-his face was covered
in bruises. Shocked and frightened, she hurriedly rushed forward. âHey! What are the two of you
doing?!â Under normal circumstances, the two brothers would have listened to her words.