CHAPTER 48

BRANDON'S POV

“Brilliant of you", she seethed, “To think I would befriend an invalid".

I raised a brow. I knew that. The fact that she hadn't figured out that I was trying to bait her showed how important the person was. And that made me all the more curious.

“What's wrong with making..." Emile's voice trailed off at my mom's death glare. We hadn't noticed when she came back in. The tray of oranges shook in her hands. I watched my mother closely. Emile had spoken out of turn. She had become used to speaking freely to me. But I was not going to let my mother pick on her.

“Mom". I barked when she made to speak. She turned her glare on me. “The oranges are about to fall from her hands". I said calmly.

Emile used the distraction to place the oranges on the table and disappear. Smart girl. “Go on". I goaded once Emile was out of sight. “Take the oranges. She's peeled them nicely for you. Go and feed them to your pet".

She looked like she was going to explode.