•National Academy of Science, 1st Ward•
Ambrose
Ambrose was silent. He fought the urge to smack his brother right in the face and send him flying out of his office.
"Knowing you, you've probably asked some random people for help because you can't solve this case on your own. You probably don't have any real leads and instead of actually getting closer to solving the case, you're making it more complicated." Aiden said with a haughty laugh.
Ambrose clenched his jaw, struggling to maintain his composure in the face of his brother's biting criticism. Aiden's words cut deep, questioning his competence as a detective. Aiden's accusations stung, and Ambrose knew that their relationship had always been...bad (to say the least).
