Chapter 102

Tycelyn's POV

I turned when I heard something drop behind me, “Bra…Brayon,” Brayon hurriedly bent down to pick up the broken bottle of wine on the floor.

“Step…away, you will hurt yourself,” Mother got up from the bed and walked to meet Brayon.

“I…hmm…. I… there…I… came to ask about the wine, I wanted to hmm…gift the wine…i.. think that's what I wanted to say,” Brayon tried to compose a sentence.

“Brayon, I don't understand what you are saying,” Mother was about to touch Brayon but he moved backward and I saw the hurt flash through her eyes.

“Brayon, did you perhaps hear our conversation?” I asked slowly and calmly.

“Huh? Conversation? No, no, no, I didn't, the wine slipped out of my hands, I wanted to inform you that Father will soon step out of the house,” Brayon managed to compose himself. I'm sure he heard what I had said.

“Brayon, are you okay?” I wanted to touch his head but he moved backward again, “You are sweating.”

“I will be downstairs, I have to finish my TV program,” He o