Forbidden Passion
Chapter 295 Forcing Me to Let Him Return to the Family

Brandon glanced at Marlowe. Marlowe, one year older than Taylor, had fine lines at the corners of his eyes. Despite his age, he still had a charm about him. "What has Bishop been busy with lately?" Brandon asked.

Marlowe smiled. "What else could he be busy with? It's all about the hotel matters. What's the matter? Does he get into trouble outside?"

"No," Brandon held her hand, his tone gentle, "Give him a call and ask him to come back. I haven't seen him in a long time."

Without hesitation, Marlowe got up to call Bishop. After hanging up, she turned to Brandon and said, "He's already on his way back. Do you want something to eat? If you don't like pasta, cookies are fine. I will make ginger cookies that you like."

Brandon found it hard to refuse and nodded. Marlowe happily went to the kitchen to make cookies. While the cookies were baking, he finished the cooled pasta. Soon, the very fragrant ginger cookies were placed on the table. Brandon had just sat down and had a few bites when he heard the sound of the door opening. Following that, a tall figure strode into the room. As Bishop changed his shoes at the door, he caught the scent of baking cookies.

"Mom, how do you know I was craving cookies? I'm starving," Bishop said.

As soon as Bishop entered, he saw Brandon sitting at the table eating cookies. His expression immediately darkened, and he frowned. "What are you doing here?"

"Bishop, be polite to your father. Are you hungry? I'll make some cookies for you. Your dad has been waiting for you for a long time." Marlowe walked over, took the backpack from Bishop's hand, placed it on the sofa, and then guided Bishop into the dining room.

Reluctantly, Bishop was pushed into the dining room by Marlowe. A man in his thirties was always a rebellious child in front of his father.

Bishop pulled out a chair and sat down, sarcastically saying, "Do you even have a home? Why are you here? You're not welcome here." Brandon had another cookie, chewing while looking at Bishop. "I hear your hotel has been closed for renovation for two months. What happened?"

Bishop was holding back his anger, sounding particularly upset, "It's none of your business."

Despite owing something to this son, Brandon wanted to indulge Bishop, but Bishop's tone ignited his anger. He furrowed his brow and placed the fork on the table.

His voice raised a bit. Even Marlowe in the kitchen could hear it. She quickly came out and scolded her son, "Bishop, show some respect when talking to your father."

"Is he my father? For so many years, he has always sneaked around when he comes to our house. Even if we meet on the street, he pretends not to know me. He's not my father," Bishop complained with full resentment. Marlowe was also embarrassed. He looked at Brandon and said, "Bishop, don't talk to your father like that. Brandon has his difficulties."

"He has no difficulties. He can't bear to leave that family of his." Bishop pointed at Brandon's nose. "You, leave. Get out of our house right now and never come back. I don't need you as a father."

Seeing this, Marlowe quickly went over and pulled Bishop's arm, then apologized to Brandon with a stern face, "Brandon, I'm sorry. Don't be angry with Bishop. He's not in a good mood these days. Please understand him."

As soon as Marlowe humbly apologized to Brandon, Bishop became especially angry. He grabbed his mother and said, "Are you naturally so submissive? You always apologize to Brandon. Clearly, he's the one who wronged you first. Why do you act as his mistress?"

"Bishop, shut up." Marlowe glared fiercely at her son. "Your father rarely visits. I won't allow you to speak to him like that."

Brandon stood up, staring at Bishop's defiant appearance. He said calmly, "Bishop, do you allow your men to target Phoebe? Do you deliberately appear in front of Theodore to let them know of your existence?" Bishop was taken aback. Under Brandon's sharp gaze, he felt his heart racing. "Who is Phoebe?"

Brandon squinted. "Don't play dumb in front of me. With your hotel closed for renovation, you must know Phoebe."

Suddenly, Bishop smiled maliciously. "Yes, I do know who Phoebe is. Isn't she the wife of your son?? She's quite beautiful. Why doesn't Mr. Tompson have such good fortune?"

Bishop made no effort to conceal his sinister thoughts. He knew the illicit dealings at the Sunset Hotel better than anyone.

He developed this sideline to uncover scandals of those big shots and used them to his advantage.

Phoebe was an unexpected variable.

When Mr. Tompson's assistant contacted the hotel's staff, it was up to him to decide if the deal could go through.

Upon hearing that Mr. Tompson was interested in Phoebe, he immediately wanted to see how Theodore would react to his wife's being violated and how ugly Theodore's expression would become.

Their plan was foolproof, but they didn't expect Phoebe to have such strong willpower, resisting the effects of the drug, maintaining her clarity, and almost rendering Mr. Tompson useless.

Although he didn't get to witness Theodore's humiliation, if it caught Theodore's attention and made him aware of Bishop's existence in this world, that would be satisfactory.

Because Bishop had long been tired of living in hiding, thinking, 'I am born six months before Theodore. Why can Theodore shine brightly while I had to live in the shadows like a rat?' Brandon was furious. He reached out to the table for support. "Scum, that's your brother's wife."

"Brother's wife? No one acknowledges that." Bishop sneered, saying, "You only care about your own family. Have you ever thought about me and my mom? My mom is willing to be your secret mistress, but I don't want to be a bastard forever." Bishop wanted to return to the Reynolds family, become a member, and inherit the property like the three very wealthy siblings he grew up with.

Bishop's ambition was not something that could be satisfied by just a Sunset Hotel.

Brandon now saw Bishop's ambition. "So you deliberately plotted against Phoebe, deliberately appeared in front of Theodore to let them know of your existence?"

Sitting arrogantly at the dining table, Bishop chuckled. "How about that? My plan is good. Isn't it? Theodore is smarter than I imagined. Just seeing my face, he already started to doubt my identity."

"You!" Brandon was so angry that his whole body trembled. Marlowe hurried over to support Brandon, but he pushed her away, saying, "How much do you know? Are you plotting against me with him, forcing me to let him return to the family?"

Marlowe was almost knocked to the ground by Brandon's push, feeling deeply hurt. "Brandon, you've misunderstood me. If I really wanted to do that thirty years ago, I would have caused a scene at your wedding with my child in my belly." Brandon was very angry. Ultimately, it was Brandon who wronged Marlowe and her son. Brandon took a deep breath. "Bishop, I won't pursue this matter, but I have one condition."