"Are you really going to hand it over to Oliver? You're not just messing with me, are you?"
"Dad, after dodging death, what do I care about money? Just staying alive feels like a miracle. Money's just stuff."
Rowan was trying to smooth things over with Oliver.
Brandon thought for a moment before asking, "So, do you still think about settling down someday?"
Rowan sighed, "Dad, you still don’t trust me. After nearly getting killed by Sydney, I'm not exactly eager to marry another potential killer."
Brandon nodded, seemingly pleased. "Rowan, looks like you’ve finally matured."
Rowan, feeling a bit exasperated, thought to himself, Haven’t I grown enough already? I’ve got one foot in the grave.
Brandon's voice was weak as he went on, "I shouldn’t have kicked your brother out. If he were around, you wouldn’t be acting out like this."
"Dad, have you heard anything about him?"
"No, I’ve been searching all these years but still can't find him. If I don’t see him before I pass, I won't be able to rest in peace."
The mention of his brother left both Rowan and Brandon in silence, the hospital room growing quiet.
Brandon broke the silence, "Sydney took off with Shay and Dominic. They’re probably worried we’ll retaliate. I’ve got people on their trail. Once they’re found, they’ll get what’s coming to them."
"Dad, Dominic is your grandson. Would you really do him in, too?"
"He's got Sydney’s blood—a bad seed all the way. If he comes back, do you think we could ever have peace? Let him fend for himself. I don't acknowledge him."
Rowan dared not argue further. It was best to let Brandon handle things his way.
In this family, he had no say.
Rowan knew full well that if he hadn’t turned things around when he did, Brandon would have long given up on him.


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