Sanford gave Brian a conspiratorial wink.

Brian pressed his lips together and seated himself beside Rosalynn.

He looked at Barlow, who was playing with a lighter, and said, “Barlow, it's been a while."

A subtle smile graced Barlow's lips.

“Yes, Mr. Hughes. We haven't seen each other for a long time.”

Brian's eyes darkened.

“Barlow, we're brothers."

Brothers?

With a meaningful smile, Barlow asked, "Do you still acknowledge me as your brother?”

Brian's lips tightened.

Since his parents divorced, he had been living with his grandparents.

Every time he saw his father, who was very attentive to Barlow and his mother, basking in their blissful life, he couldn't remain indifferent.

In his eyes, both Barlow and his mother were trespassers.

Barlow's mother had even poisoned him.

It was impossible for him and Barlow to treat each other like brothers.

No matter what, Barlow and Brian were all related by blood.

"Regardless, you are my brother,” Brian said in a low voice as he sipped tea handed over by the waiter.

“Really? So you wouldn't hold me accountable for stealing your order?" Barlow asked, raising his eyebrows.

Brian shrugged nonchalantly.

"It's just an order. It's not a big deal.”

"You're so generous. Does that mean you'll give me whatever I want?" Barlow chuckled, his smile not reaching his eyes.

Brian met his gaze steadily and said, "It depends on what you want.”