Moving To Lagos 1

As the glasses clinked softly between Ebilade and Ebipade, the tension in the room eased into a momentary calm. Yet, both men knew their responsibilities stretched far beyond this fleeting respite. Ebipade leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied his elder brother's expression.

"You know," Ebipade began, swirling the last of the wine in his glass, "we can't just spring this estate idea on everyone without preparation. You're already pushing it with Mama. Now you want the whole family to pack up and head to Lagos?"

Ebilade arched a brow, his sharp gaze meeting Ebipade's. "This estate wasn't just built for us, Ebipade," he replied, his tone calm but resolute. "We agreed as brothers—if we could do something for the family, we'd do it. This is that 'something.'"