Landon Brooke remained silent, and Xavier Brooke took a light breath, his tone even as he spoke—
"You can hate me if you like, I don't care. I've had my fair share of people who disliked me over the years, one more won't make a difference. After struggling for so many years, I just want to live comfortably. I haven't done anything outrageously wrong; I believe I've been sensible, haven't I? Haven't I prevented the Brooke Family from suffering losses?"
When Landon heard what Xavier said, his drooping eyelids trembled slightly, and in the next moment, his cool voice carried a chill as it passed over.
"So, you had planned this all along? To deal with the trouble, you decided to handle the child in Opal Moore's belly this way? Did you ever consider doing the same to me back then?"
Landon asked casually, but his hand holding the fork tightened slightly.
This question seemed to stump Xavier, who delayed in responding.
