The Rise of the Jackson's Heir

Chapter One Hundred Seventeen

The next day, Milton woke up feeling rejuvenated. He and Bryson ate breakfast, chatting away like brothers. His uncle fought the urge to smile. And really, wasn’t it for the best?

Troy and Tiwari were outside speaking in low tones as if they didn’t want anyone to hear their conversation while Brianna appeared to be in a deep conversation on the phone and from how she was clutching her phone, the conversation wasn’t going well.

The moment she ended the call, Tiwari approached her, and together, they headed to the gate.

“I have spoken to Troy and we have decided it is for the best you remain with Bryson. Make sure he is okay every time.” Tiwari said, placing his hands behind his back.

“Oh, as if there was a chance for me to take care of Milton? We both know this wasn’t up for a discussion don’t say as if you care about our input.” Brianna responded, removing her phone from her pocket and dialing another number.

“Oh, dear. Don’t be overdramatic. Whilst I was in prison, weren’t you b