Timothy raised his brows but said nothing. Their family had its hands in far too many businesses to afford careless decisions, and the Blackwood name had been tied to theirs for decades. He understood why his brother hesitated.
"Are you seriously considering siding with someone who killed his own grandfather—the man who raised him?" Timothy asked, unable to keep the edge from his voice.
Fitzgerald, who had been staring at the bitten apple as though it concealed some hidden code, finally looked up. His gaze snapped to Timothy, sharp and faintly amused.
"We both know Edward deserved it, Timmy," he said coolly before taking another deliberate bite. "So spare me the vicarious indignation."
