Wyatt Morgan's eyes widened instantly, his mouth gaping as if he could fit an egg inside.
He first glanced at Vivian, then turned back to look at Tristan, who stood at the entrance with an unperturbed expression. He raised his hand to point at Tristan, looking utterly devastated.
"This is too much! Completely out of line!"
His voice rose, emotions running high.
"You normally have such a cool, aloof demeanor, and now you pull this? Secretly dating Vivian behind all our backs?"
"No wonder Curtis called me yesterday saying he wanted to beat you up; now even I feel like punching you! Do you have any sense of brotherhood at all? Any moral limits?"
Tristan remained expressionless, offering no explanation or rebuttal, merely casting a fleeting glance at Wyatt.
He then turned and walked back to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Casually picking up his chopsticks, he seemed completely unfazed by Wyatt's words.
