My Brother, The Devil ✔

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Blair POV.

If an ordinary high school student bullied and raped a female classmate, he would have been handcuffed and sent to jail.

But Michael's last name is Emerson. He doesn't have any idea how much trouble he has caused. When he returns to the old mansion suddenly, he even puts on an aggrieved expression.

"Why are you back?" George asks.

"Our mother may be in menopause. She suddenly became very strict with me. She asked me what friends I made in school and asked me to go home after school every day and not to play outside."

"Brother, I have never suffered such hardships since I was a child. She even started to check my report card. I couldn't stand it, so I ran back."

As I walk into the old mansion, I overhear the two brothers talking. Michael gives me a glare, then lies on the sofa, turning the back of his head towards me. George stands up and leaves the living room to take a phone call.

I shrug and ask the butler where Mr. Emerson is. He called me back urgently, seemingly to discuss something.

The butler says Mr. Emerson is in the study.

I nod, go upstairs, and push open the study door.

Mr. Emerson is reading, with a tall bookshelf behind him, filled with his collection. I don't know how many books he's read, but he certainly looks well-educated.

"Dad, I'm here." I knock on the door.

"Tea or coffee?" he asks.

"Either is fine."

We walk to the window and sit down. He takes out his complete tea set.

"How's your health recently?" he asks suddenly while waiting for the water to boil.

I think it's quite rare for him to ask. I've been pregnant for five months, and this is the first time he's shown such concern.

"The prenatal checkups are all normal," I say.

"You've always been very sweet and independent over the years. I've never seen a child as nice as you." The water boils, and he pours me a cup of tea.

I watch the tea leaves rolling in the boiling water, almost suspecting that there is poison inside. Over the years, I have long been accustomed to being a transparent person in this family, and this sudden warm script is really scary.

"Dad, is there something you want me to do?"

"Have some tea. This is top-grade Gyokuro, brought back by a friend from Japan. It tastes very refreshing."

I pick up the teacup and take a sip.

"How is it?"

"Good." I put down the cup.

The next moment, Mr. Emerson suddenly speaks, "Do you remember Apex?"

"Who is that?" I pretend to be confused, knowing this is the main topic. "The name sounds familiar. I think I've heard it somewhere."

Mr. Emerson reminds me, "Your mother's relative, the one who runs a bar. You almost got into trouble there."

"Him? How is he doing lately? I haven't seen him in a long time," I reply.

Mr. Emerson leans forward slightly, looking into my eyes. "He went to Country B. You don't know?"

"Is he traveling? When did he go?" I continue to feign ignorance. "He didn't tell me. Otherwise, I could have recommended some fun places to visit."