Chapter 158

"Hypocrite?" A trace of hurt flashed in Nolan's eyes.

For so many years, he, as the older brother, had always been the one to give in, even when Michael wanted the entire Brown Group. In the end, he was labeled a hypocrite.

When the Brown Group faced a crisis, Aiden handed the company over to him, and he took on the difficult task without complaint.

In just a few years, he led the Brown Group to new heights, even making it well-known domestically and internationally.

Everyone was convinced by him and wanted to support him as the CEO of the Brown Group.

At that time, he was still very young, ambitious, and capable.

Just as he was about to make a big move with the power in his hands, he was told he had been replaced.

And the one who took his place was Michael, who had been carefully nurtured by Aiden for several years.

When he received the news, he was in a meeting with the board discussing the next step to expand business overseas.

With one order from Aiden, he was stripped of his position and power.

Overnight, all the glory that shone on him was taken away.

He was no longer the CEO of the Brown Group but returned to being the second son of the Brown Family, who no one cared about.

He didn't even have the right to be angry, because this family was never centered around him.

He was just a replaceable substitute; his years of hard work day and night were just a transition period for Michael's growth.

Since then, he no longer got involved in any business of the Brown Group, only wanting to escape as far as possible.

So, he went abroad and chose the music he loved the most.

Everyone could say whatever they wanted, but Michael had no right.

"Michael, why do you call me a hypocrite?" Nolan looked at him with deep eyes, unable to understand how Michael, who had been pampered by the family since childhood and had taken everything from him, could say such a thing.

"You know it clearly." Michael's voice was cold. "For three years, you had no intention of coming back. As soon as Isabella and I announced our divorce, you returned to the country. Do you dare say you came back for Grandpa?"

He didn't care about anything else, but if Nolan dared to compete with him for Isabella, he would fight him to the end.

"Does it matter who I came back for?" Nolan's gaze fell on his immobile legs, a bitter smile on his lips. "I have my own reasons for returning, and your divorce from Isabella is due to problems in your marriage. You should solve your issues, not blame everything on me."

Michael was still angry about the scene of them talking and laughing earlier and couldn't listen to anything.

"Our issues are none of your business!" He warned coldly, "You should stay away from her during this time. If any photos are taken and rumors spread, not only will I take action, but you also won't be able to explain it to Grandpa."

Although they were brothers, Michael had always been the most pampered in the family since childhood.

And he was always blamed for not understanding how to give in to Michael.

He didn't understand why, as the Browns, Michael was always considered the most precious one, inheriting everything without effort, while he was forced to give up everything and live a lonely life abroad with no one to care for him.

He had endured so many times, why should he continue to endure.

"Then go tell Grandpa." Nolan clenched his fists, his eyes darkening, his voice cold. "Michael, besides complaining to the elders, what else can you do? Do you know why Isabella married you in the first place? You know better than anyone, so why are you still pretending?"

Hearing that, Michael's face changed, as if Nolan had hit the deepest secret in his heart.

"I only know that she is my wife now, and we will never be separated. And you will always just be her elder. Isn't that enough?" Michael's voice was low and deep, as if declaring something to Nolan, or perhaps comforting himself.

In fact, he was panicking more than anyone else at the moment.

"But you, I sometimes really don't understand, what does Isabella see in you? Since you appeared, she has treated you like a treasure," Michael's jealousy grew as he spoke.

The way Isabella looked at Nolan was a tenderness he had never seen.

Hearing this, Nolan shook his head and sneered. " Michael, you are still as arrogant as ever. Isabella and I have common interests and endless topics to talk about. I understand her unhappiness and her sadness. Do you have a deep understanding of her? The feelings between us are something a selfish person like you will never understand!"

He squinted his eyes, looking at Michael with mockery. "So, isn't it normal for her to like me and not you?"

Finally, he said the words he had kept in his heart for years; he had finally released his resentment.

"Nolan, so this is your true face?" Michael coldly looked at Nolan, who was revealing his true feelings, a trace of surprise in his eyes.

The usually gentle and elegant Nolan in front of others was all an act.

But he had disguised himself so well that he had fooled everyone, including Aiden and Michael.

Especially Aiden, who felt bad for a long time after learning about Nolan's injury.

But he never showed it in front of Nolan, afraid that he would overthink.

And these days at home, Aiden kept telling him to learn from Nolan, treating him as a role model.

However, it was all a facade maintained by Nolan. His purpose was to make everyone who saw him feel pity and sympathy, ultimately becoming his supporters. Isabella was just deceived by him.

"What do you mean? I became like this because of you." Nolan laughed. "Michael, you forced me into this. If it weren't for your appearance, I wouldn't have ended up like this."

Nolan laughed, "Michael, you forced me into this. If it weren't for your appearance, I wouldn't have ended up like this."

This crazed Nolan made Michael see him clearly.

"You brought this upon yourself, Nolan. You can't blame anyone. From the beginning, you were a hypocrite, even deceiving yourself," He said, striding over and stopping in front of the wheelchair.

He looked at Nolan's legs hanging from the wheelchair, a gleam in his eyes. "Nolan, is this wheelchair also part of your act? From the day you returned, no matter how Grandpa asked, you wouldn't tell him how your legs got injured."

Michael squinted his eyes, not waiting for Nolan to find an excuse, he already had the answer. "Could it be that your leg injury is also fake, and this is all just your scheme?"