Chapter 179 Who's To Blame?

• The next day, I definitely feel like I’m on the outside looking in. The brothers aren’t telling me everything, and they either think I’m an idiot who won’t notice or they don’t care if I do.
• Three times today, when I enter a room where the brothers are, they stop talking when I approach. They aren’t even subtle about it. They just abruptly stop mid-conversation. Midsentence, even.
• It’s unnerving. It’s frustrating. It’s infuriating. And I’m only getting more and more pissed off as the day goes on.