Chapter 55 Wesley Calls Violet Home

From Wesley Merritt's expression, Oscar Merritt could tell his brother was upset. "She said she has to pick up her brother from the hospital, have dinner with him tonight, and find a place to stay." Wesley narrowed his eyes, sank onto the sofa, laced his fingers together, pressed them between his knees, and sat perfectly still. Why didn't she bring her brother here? Was there not enough food? Or no room for a guest? Neither. It was because she'd never truly seen him as family. The more he dwelled on it, the heavier the shadow grew around him. Oscar pouted inwardly. *So Violet's not coming back for one night—she's reuniting with her brother. And you're already like this? Wait till you find out she's crashing a wedding on the 18th—you'll lose your mind.* As Oscar silently grumbled, he watched Wesley dial a number and bring the phone to his ear. No need to look, no need to guess—Oscar already knew who it was. Violet was mid-bite when her phone lit up with Wesley's name. She shot a furtive