The Kiss that Sparked it All novel Chapter 1672

Balfour glared at Byran with iciness in his eyes. "Enough with the chatter. Move it!"

Byran was cowed, yet he did not budge. He was frozen in fear and confusion.

Balfour, running out of patience, shoved his brother aside and stormed into the room.

Ellinor was sitting by the hospital bed, feeding their father chicken soup. The harmonious scene took Balfour aback, and his anger faded.

Byran, pushed to the ground by his brother, scrambled up and gaped at the sight before him.

Ellinor had been reluctant to come here at first. Who would have thought that she would be willing to feed their father?

Little did they know that Ellinor was not in this position by choice. McNeil had dropped his bowl earlier, staining the bandages on his wrist with blood. She could not bear to see it and had to lend a hand.

Balfour shook off his surprise, turned, and glared at his disobedient brother. "Didn’t I tell you not to call her?"

Byran scratched his head nervously, trying to laugh it off. "Bro, I didn't call her. I went straight to the Blanchet residence to bring her here."

Balfour snorted in disbelief. "You think that makes it any better?"

Byran fell silent.

Ignoring his brother, Balfour strode over to the bed and took the half-finished bowl of soup from Ellinor's hand, setting it aside.

"He can eat or not. It's none of your concern."

Ellinor glanced at Balfour. "It's good that you're here. Take care of your father. I’ll take my leave now."