"Take it slow."
Lucas Knight, clueless he was just overthinking, gave his brother a comforting pat, feeling a bit smug.
Elijah’s face immediately turned dark.
"That’s it—your allowance for the next three months is gone!" he snapped, then walked into the hospital room with a frosty expression.
Lucas just shrugged, not fazed at all. I mean, come on, he’s a grown man in his twenties—would he really care about big bro’s pocket money? He could easily pick up a job or two, no big deal.
When Elijah and Lucas walked into the room one after the other, they saw Vivian peeling an apple for Tristan.
And bam, jealousy hit both of them hard.
Why couldn’t they be the ones who got hurt?
That’s what Elijah thought, keeping a straight face.
That’s what Lucas thought, mentally pu
