“Is that it? You’re blaming us for everything, aren’t you?”
“Brandon, you’re very good at changing the subject,” Lillian said, her voice weary. “Forget it. There’s nothing more to say. Go see Grandma. Someone will show you the way.”
Furious, Brandon stood up as if to leave, but then he remembered why he had come. After taking two steps, he turned around and sat back down.
As he settled, he noticed a distinct weariness on Lillian’s face, the kind of exhaustion that comes with illness. Seeing him sit, however, she forced herself to meet his gaze.
“What, is there something else?”
“Lillian, you don’t look well. What’s wrong? You haven’t been to the office recently, have you?”
He studied her more closely now. Before, when they’d made him disinfect, he thought it was because she disliked him. But looking at her properly, he saw something was truly strange. She looked like she was convalescing.
Lillian found it almost amusing that this man, whose world revolved around big deals and business, could notice such a detail.
“If you have something to say, say it. I don’t need this kind of concern.”
“So you really are sick? Right, I remember now, you collapsed at the office and were taken away by ambulance.
Lillian, what’s wrong with you?
Why do you look so pale and weak? I’m your brother. Tell me the truth.”
“Perhaps I don’t need your concern,” she repeated.

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