"Why are you still here?" Angela asked.
"You weren't awake yet. Of course, I had to stay here and keep an eye on you. You must be hungry now, right?" As soon as Bradley mentioned it, Angela's stomach growled." What about you? Have you eaten yet?"
"My brother Mr. Ballard knew it was inconvenient for me, so he had someone bring it up to me. I ate upstairs today," Bradley said.
Angela couldn't help but complain, "You call him brother so naturally. Why are you so close to him? That's my brother, not yours."
Bradley didn't care. "What does it matter? What's yours is mine, isn't it?"
This person seemed to be different from before. Angela stared at him for a while before realizing that he hadn't changed his clothes yet. "Did you bring any home clothes when you came?"
"I did. You don't want
