All Chapters of Crossing Lines With His Brother: Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

Heather made her way to the hospital. Her father's illegitimate son had survived, but the long period of oxygen deprivation had left him severely brain-damaged. He sat there with vacant eyes, drooling uncontrollably, unable to speak. The doctors told her this was likely how he would be for the rest of his life. Heather couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear run down her spine. She was afraid that one day, she might end up like that—helpless, broken, beyond recovery. The power of the Knox family was not something someone like her could ever hope to challenge. Even Brett, who fancied himself as a scion of the wealthy elite, was no match for the kind of forces they were dealing with. He had been toyed with, unable to fight back, left powerless. Heather went to see her father after that to relay the grim news of the death of his mistress and the permanent injury to his son. Her father was furious and began cursing at her with venom. "You devil! Was this your doing? If you da

Heather ordered a cup of hot milk. In the past, with the weather so warm, she would have surely asked for iced fruit juice instead. Jason's gaze fixated on her, his eyes following the subtle shift in her posture. She sat with a languid elegance, propping a cushion behind her lower back for support. When she noticed his eyes lingering on her belly, she subtly adjusted her posture, making the curve of her abdomen more pronounced. Chuckling softly, Heather broke the silence. "Jason, you're going to be an uncle." A storm gathered in Jason's eyes, dark and swift. His hand shot out, gripping her arm so tightly it seemed he might snap it in two. But Heather remained calm, almost indifferent. "You probably know by now," she said lightly, "before your father passed, he gave his shares to me and the child. From now on, we'll rely on Vander Inc. for our livelihood." With deliberate ease, Heather patted the back of his hand. "As an uncle, you should show mercy. Let me and my child live

Heather opened the door for Jason and immediately frowned and recoiled at the strong smell of smoke that enveloped him. He stepped inside but remained near the entrance, not coming any closer. As she busied herself by arranging food on the table, Heather noticed that her nausea had eased and that her appetite was returning. She sat at the table, savoring her meal, and asked, "Why are you here again, looking for foolish little me? Why does a smart person like you keep getting tangled up with me?" Jason placed a leather tube on the table. "Your painting," he said flatly. Heather set down her chicken drumstick and approached him, wiping her hands before carefully pulling out the painting. She studied it closely, unable to hide her admiration. "It's beautiful—I think this may be the most wonderful moment of my life, right here."Holding the painting, she glanced around the room. "Too bad the subject matter is so limited. How can I display it? If guests come over, they'll see thi