Wyatt Hale naturally had thick skin and had probably gotten used to his father's unpredictable moods, even daring to approach him.
"Dad, school is about to start, don't forget to send me tuition and living expenses."
He had money, but he didn't work or earn, relying on financial supports from family elders and brothers, which he was naturally reluctant to spend.
Brock Hale frowned, "I heard you didn't pass your Level 6 this time?"
"…"
"Living expenses halved!"
Wyatt Hale's pupils shook!
It's over,
the sky had fallen!
Who on earth had angered his dad?
Then, another brother of deadly character served the meals on the dining table with refined and elegant movements, oblivious to their father's anger and his younger brother's breakdown.
Zoe Bell handed Brock Hale freshly made juice; it was autumn already, no ice was added, yet it was still refreshing and tasty.
