Chapter 818

After Trystan got Asher to sleep, he finally headed back downstairs. The living room was empty. Bianca had already gone to bed, and Sawyer and Frank were drinking at the bar in the dining room. Trystan took a few steps forward, and Frank immediately poured him a drink. The three men shared a quiet understanding, knocking back drink after drink, the mood heavy in the air. Half an hour later, Sawyer started showing signs of drunkenness. "How is it that all of us Lawsons end up so damn pathetic? We’ve got looks, money, everything you'd want, but we're stuck with love that’s never returned." Trystan scoffed, his voice laced with self-mockery. "We brought this on ourselves." "The two of you brought it on yourselves," Frank corrected, tilting his head and downing another glass. "Don’t drag me into this." Sawyer chuckled softly. "Well, you're worse off. From the beginning, you were just a side character." "Yeah, a side character," Frank repeated, shaking his glass. "Never had anything