For the United States, he lost his father's protection, endured tremendous pressure both internally and externally, and even bore the name of "Tyrant." And now, he might have to lose his family, his last foundation and solace.
Jeb did not avoid his gaze, but that look not only contained the cold decisions of the family but also held a hint of barely perceptible pain. He knew how hurtful these words were, but this was reality—the Bush family could not sink together with George.
After a long silence, Little Bush looked up.
"Finished?"
Jeb pursed his lips and eventually nodded.
"Then get out." Little Bush's voice was deep and hoarse, without any emotional fluctuations. He picked up the cup of coffee, which was now slightly cool, turned around, and faced the window again, leaving his back to his brother.
