A Cue For Love

A Cue for Love Chapter 3

Calling Mommy

Steven took Sophia home.

Ever since they had parted with the unfamiliar woman, the little girl had been sulking.

She was obviously in a bad mood as she even rejected her favorite ice cream, running back to her room with reddened eyes as soon as they reached the house.

Seeing her pitiful expression, Steven had a feeling that his brother was going to beat him to a pulp.

He quietly turned around and looked at the man sitting on the couch.

Samuel was wearing a black shirt and straight-fit pants. His attire perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs.

Despite his chiseled facial features, the frosty look he gave his brother was chilling to the core.

“Tell me. What did you do to Sophia?”

“For heaven’s sake, Sam. I wouldn’t dare to do anything to her! I’ll praise the heavens for her to spare me instead!”

Even though Steven was the second son of the Bowers family, he felt as if he had been demoted to a nanny ever since Samuel returned with Franklin and Sophia five years ago. As long as one of them got into trouble, he would be the one taking all the blame in the end, no matter whatever reason was behind it.

However, Steven thought it wise to get straight to the point before shouldering the blame.

happened, Sam. Sophia

Samuel’s gaze softened as the corner

because the treatment method was effective when you

continuing, “I was there during the psychological intervention. Professor James merely applied a conventional treatment this time, which

the cause of it

called her Mommy several times. You should’ve

events, Steven still felt

publicly announced the twins’ birth mother when Samuel came back with them back then, they were well aware

never uttered a word to her mother, so why was she addressing a total stranger as her

about that woman,” he said as he narrowed his

as he tried his best to recall her appearance. “Her facial features were very plain.

asking about her

Steven was rendered speechless.

then added solemnly, “Since you know the woman is special to Sophia, Steven, why didn’t

a gut feeling that this ordinary-looking woman

slapped his thigh as soon as

I forget such an important matter?

bedroom on the second floor, Franklin Bowers was sharpening

compared to his sister.

Franklin, Sophia drew a woman on

nose bridge, thick lips, and a face dotted

not all. She even drew yellow lines around the woman

scribbled on top of