Ivan's face drained of color instantly. His mouth fell open, but nothing came out. Without a word, he lifted his foot and continued forward.
Behind him, Isaac stuffed his hands deep in his pockets and let out a bitter laugh.
He thought, 'Want to call someone your brother? Better make sure they actually see you as a friend first.
After all these years together, how could he not know your place in the Hugh family?
How could he not throw you some scraps if he really cared?'
Only his idiot brother would buy into Charlies's act—believing he'd stuck around all these years out of pure friendship.
Relationships without mutual benefit don't last. Even the tightest bonds cool off when there's nothing in it for both sides.
Just like tonight. One look at Charlies's face earlier made it crystal clear he'd just figured out Ivan had been using him. Of course he'd flip on him.
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Phoebe's POV
