Chapitre 1132: The Matters of the Elders

This attitude made Lowell Neal sigh softly.

As the older brother, Braydon Neal led Skylar Neal into the courtyard of the Neal Mansion.

In the elegantly decorated classical living room.

Lowell sat in the main seat, looked at his two nephews, and whispered, "Back then, your grandfather and I faked our deaths under the arrangement of your great-great-grandfather Beckett Neal. We, the descendants in Preston, are the last bloodline of the Neal family. Your great-great-grandfather had great expectations for us."

"Did my parents know about this?"

Braydon's expression remained calm, without any resentment, as if narrating something unrelated to himself.

Lowell remained silent for a long time, finally nodding slightly.

Did his parents know about this back then?

Only he was kept in the dark?

A hint of anger flashed in Braydon's eyes.

Lowell whispered, "Your sister-in-law only found out later."