Gordon Sterling, standing at the center of the room, frowned slightly. "What do you mean, Miles?" he asked, his tone calm but layered with confusion.
Miles uncrossed his arms and leaned forward slightly, his gaze never leaving Gordon's.
"You decided to bring me back into the family," he said slowly, "just because I'm successful now."
He tilted his head, that faint smirk returning. "Do you think I'm a fool?"
A few gasps came from around the table.
The tension thickened instantly — no one had ever spoken to Gordon Sterling like that.
Gordon's brows furrowed. "Miles, it's not like that—"
Before he could finish, Chestor slammed his palm on the table.
"You brat!" he barked. "Do you not know how to speak to your elders? You should be grateful that we're even giving you a chance to join back into this family."
