Even his own mom didn''t give him the time of day anymore!


    Keaton was starting to realize that Winona was no ordinary woman-her influence on her fans was just too strong.


    Ever since Janelle had be a die-hard Winona fan, she''d changedpletely. She used to be the picture-perfect, elegant trophy wife, but now? She was so much more outspoken, and honestly... a lot fiercer.<fn1720> This text is hosted at Find★Novel</fn1720>


    Shaking off his worries about his mom, Keaton strode towards the hospital room.


    At the door, he knocked a couple of times.


    Tarquin opened it, saw Keaton standing there, and his face instantly darkened. Without a word, he stepped out, mmed the door behind him, andnded a solid punch right on Keaton''s mouth.


    The punch was no joke-Keaton''s lip split, blood trickling down his chin.


    He was utterly dumbfounded. First, his own mother had told him off, and now his brother had socked him in the face!


    Talk about a rough day for this poor guy.


    Touching his bleeding lip, Keaton stared at Tarquin, wide-eyed.


    "Dude, are you nuts? What the hell was that for?!"


    Before Tarquin could answer, Elysia came out, having heard themotion.


    Tarquin immediately softened, standing by her side. "Don''t be upset, honey. I''ve already stood up for you."


    When Elysia stayed silent, Tarquin leaned in, "Still not enough? Want me to hit him a couple more times?"


    Keaton: ""Seriously?!


    So his brother was all about keeping his wife happy, even if it meant treating him like yesterday''s garbage?


    Elysia suddenly spoke, "Do you know why Alicia hit Winona?"


    Keaton quickly replied, "I''ve got people looking into it, but nothing yet."


    Elysia pressed her lips together.


    "Then you should go. Winona''s getting an IV and she said she doesn''t want to see you right now. You just stress her out."


    She shot a look at Tarquin, "You too. I don''t need you here either."


    With that, Elysia turned around and shut the door firmly behind her, clearly done with both of them.


    The two brothers just stood there outside her room, looking defeated, before heading downstairs together.


    Keaton grumbled,


    "I get you want to make your wife happy, but couldn''t you have just pretended? Did you really have to punch me?"


    Tarquin shot him a re,


    "Winona started crying, then Elysia started crying... Honestly, that punch was me going easy on you."


    When his wife cried, Tarquin''s heart broke.


    Keaton blinked in surprise. "Winona cried, too?"


    "Yeah."


    "Because of the stitches?"


    "No, the wound''s on her head, so they had to shave a patch of her hair. She was upset about her hair."


    Keaton: "...She didn''t cry when she got hurt, but losing a bit of hair made her cry? She really does love her looks!"


    Tarquin rolled his eyes.


    "Lucky the cut wasn''t on her face.


    She''s a celebrity you know i


    got a sear there, you''d owe


    her for


    life." novel


    Keaton just sighed and followed Tarquin out of the elevator. They stood outside in


    the courtyard, lighting up cigarettes.


    "I had no idea Alicia had it out for her! Alicia''s not even in showbiz yet-who could''ve guessed..."


    Tarquin flicked his ash. "You better clean up the whole Beatrix Sutton mess, now."


    Keaton looked confused. "Beatrix?"


    Tarquin pulled out his phone and yed a recording of Alicia sobbing.


    "Beatrix, you have to help me,


    please. I only got into it with Winona because of you! If it weren''t for you, I wouldn''t have had a problem with her at all. Please, if you don''t help me out of this I''ll have to drag you too! Don''t me me—I''m desperate! The inte is tearing me apart... please..."


    When the recording ended, Tarquin said,


    "I''ve already questioned her myself. Alicia only got close to you because Beatrix


    set it up."


    "Beatrix promised her a million dors and a shot at stardom if she managed to take Winona down."


    Keaton: "..."


    Tarquin forwarded the recording to Keaton, then pocketed his phone.


    "Winona has no idea Beatrix''s involved. If you want to tell her yourself, be my guest."


    "Your business with Beatrix is your own, and won''t force you toe clean, but you better handle it.


    Otherwise, this is going to blow up your face


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    Keaton''s brow furrowed as he took a deep drag from his cigarette. "Yeah, I got it."