Chapter 151

Izaak roughly released Tristan, walked away, and slammed the door. Tristan, on the other hand, fell limply on the couch with bloody nose and mouth. He cough violently twice, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out. Although his head felt heavy because of the physical soreness on his face, he definitely sobered up. “You alright?” Trevor asked. Tristan was chuckling as he waved his hand at his brother. “Not dead yet.” Trevor sighed and called someone to bring a medicine kit for his brother. He sat on the sofa beside him. “I’m not saying you can’t marry for love. If you really don’t want to marry that girl, deal with mom. But, bro, do yourself a favor. You know the cost of provoking Izaak. It won’t end good for you.” Tristan kept quiet, his eyes filled with sorrow. He deeply thought about his brother’s words. It was truly hard for him to find a woman he liked. Women that could pull a string at his heart were rare, and the number of women who were like that he came across with couldn’t eve