Chapter 367

The sharp, irritated tone finally caught a reaction. The man on the hospital bed stirred slightly, his dark eyes turning toward Dominic with a flicker of emotion. "So, what did your wonderful brother do this time?" "What else could he do? He's either waiting around Claire all the time acting like some hero, or crashing dinner at our place like he belongs there." Dominic couldn't care less about the guy at this point. He jabbed at his phone impatiently, sending off message after message full of sarcasm and complaints straight into Anthony' chat box. Anthony didn't even bother checking his phone. Dinner at the Fields' was just wrapping up when Oliver pulled him aside. Clearly something was on his mind, and it wasn't the kind of thing he'd want an audience for—especially not Claire. They stepped into the backyard where a bed of roses bloomed in all kinds of colors, trimmed and well-kept. Under the soft glow of the garden lights, the place had a quiet charm to it. Oliver said nothing at fi