Chapter 477

Before Oliver could think too much, Adrian came strolling back in from outside, effectively cutting off everyone’s train of thought. Worried Adrian might’ve gone too far and stirred up more trouble, Oliver turned slightly and asked, “You didn’t hit too hard, did you?” The noise just now had carried loud and clear through the house—even with two doors between them, the pained yelping from outside had been impossible to ignore. Oliver wasn’t dumb; he knew Adrian could be heavy-handed when he lost his temper. If things got out of control, especially in a place where everyone knew everyone, they could easily get caught in a mess they couldn’t walk out of. “Relax, bro. I kept it under control,” Adrian said lazily. His hand was faintly red, especially around the knuckles—probably from the earlier smacks—and the marks were still visible even in the dim lighting. He casually rubbed at it, not the least bit bothered, then lifted his chin and explained to his family, “Just gave the guy a few sla