Chapter 691

"This time it's for real, I promise!" Brandon argued.

He spoke with unwavering conviction, but Damon merely looked down, unwilling to engage with him any further.

Brandon let out a sigh, feeling the weight of his troubles with no one to confide in. He asked again, "Uncle Damon, are we still drinking?"

"When did I agree to drink with you?" Damon replied.

Brandon sighed, realizing he had misplaced his hopes.

After turning the car around to drop Damon off at his villa, they arrived just as Nyla and Oliver were coming out, holding hands with Mason.

The three of them wore smiles, appearing like a warm, happy family.

Brandon noticed Damon's souring mood and instinctively quieted his breathing, fearing that Damon would take out his frustration on him.

The group soon spotted Damon, and Nyla bit her lip before saying, "Mr. Sumner, I'm taking Buddy home."

Damon didn't respond. His gaze remained fixed on the hand Oliver was holding—Mason's.

The thought that Mason had spent several years