Chapter 77, Whether I say it or not, it won’t change the fact that he, Nathan Moore, is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Chapter 77: 77, Whether I say it or not, it won’t change the fact that he, Nathan Moore, is a wolf in sheep’s clothing."Sister, what did you do last night to make Nathan so angry?" Early in the morning, Olivia Zane was already playing peacemaker.

"I don’t know." Titus Zane sat on a single sofa, staring at the swirling red wine in his hand expressionlessly.

Olivia Zane frowned in displeasure, her tone becoming unhappy as well, "Why are you drinking so early in the morning? No wonder Nathan got mad!"

Titus Zane lifted his eyes, looking at his younger sister with an indifferent expression.

"Whether I drink or not, he won’t be happy." When one person is extremely disgusted with another, no matter what she does, in his eyes, it’s wrong.

Just like how Nathan Moore sees her.

"Sister, I think you’ve got it wrong, Nathan is not what you describe," Olivia Zane suddenly softened her tone, clearly trying to persuade her earnestly.

"How is he then?" Titus Zane retorted, his cold gaze fixed on Olivia Zane, "And what exactly have I misunderstood about him? Is he not a sanctimonious hypocrite? A wolf in sheep’s clothing? Could it be that he..."

"Sister, stop talking," Olivia Zane sneaked a glance behind Titus Zane and shook her head, whispering a warning.

Titus Zane closed his mouth, looking at his "well-intentioned" sister whose cold eyes narrowed slightly, but he couldn’t help sneering inside. It seems he had once again fallen for Olivia Zane’s ploy; no wonder she suddenly softened her tone – she must have seen Nathan Moore coming down the stairs earlier.

But, he didn’t care; after all, it was always the same treatment no matter what he did.

However, Titus Zane could never understand why, as his closest kin, his most intimate younger sister, always laid traps for him to fall into. Did she find pleasure in seeing her own older brother mistreated by her man?

If so, then he would just fulfill her wish, as it was not the first time he’d been abused.

Thereupon, Titus Zane looked at Olivia Zane and continued to speak coldly.

"Whether I talk or not, it won’t change the fact that Nathan Moore is a wolf in sheep’s clothing."

"Haha... Nathan, you’re up. Why so late, didn’t you sleep well last night?" Seeing the man with an expressionless face coming down the stairs, Olivia Zane laughed and tried to change the subject.

"Mhm," Nathan Moore replied indifferently, his handsome face devoid of any excess emotion, walking behind Olivia Zane, pushing her towards the dining room.

Olivia Zane suddenly felt a bit disappointed, not just at Nathan Moore’s indifferent reaction, but also his attitude towards her.

It seemed like ever since Titus Zane suffered a miscarriage, he wasn’t as gentle with her as before, and seemed to have less patience.

Still, Olivia Zane kept a smile on her face.

"Nathan, what happened to you last night? Did you drink? It was really scary, you even frightened me."

"No," Nathan Moore replied flatly, pushing Olivia Zane to the dining table, then he too prepared to sit down, but his gaze tightened slightly as he looked at the chair on his right.

"What’s the matter?" Olivia Zane noticed the slight change in Nathan Moore’s expression.

"It’s nothing," Nathan Moore said, sitting in his usual seat, but his gaze involuntarily flitted again to the spot that belonged to Titus Zane.

The huanghuali dining table and chairs, each chair had a cream-colored cushion, and on the cushion at Titus Zane’s spot, there were faint traces... bloodstains.

...Miss Zane, your blood, your leg...

The agitated voice of Aunt Liu echoed in his ears, Nathan Moore’s pupils contracted slightly, and he looked away, his facial expression unchanged.

However, even though there was no change in his expression, Olivia Zane still caught his unusual behavior, her hands gripping the wheelchair tightened, yet she still tried to appear relaxed.