The Cherished Wife

Steven leaned against the railing in the hallway, looking up at Bob standing at the top of the stairs. Despite their height difference, Steven's presence was in no way diminished. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a cool smile flickering in their depths. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean by that, Mr. Andy," Steven said.

Bob's gaze turned sharp. "Mr. Fischer, you should know that Sean is still just a brat. There are some things he shouldn't know, and others he shouldn't do."

"It seems you care a lot about Sean, Mr. Andy. Similarly, I care about him too," Steven replied in an even tone. "I won't involve him in certain matters. You can rest assured of that."

Hearing this, Bob's brows remained furrowed, not relaxing in the slightest. "Then why are you back this time?"

"To see old friends," Steven smirked. "If I were here for that matter, do you think I'd come to Brookville instead of Cascade City?"

"Whatever you plan on doing, I can't stop you, Mr. Fischer. My only request is that you don't drag Sean into it. The future of the Smith family rests on him. He is, after all, the heir to the Smith family."

you all find so important may not

gaze followed Steven's retreating figure, filled with darkness and

Steven arrived at his residence, he immediately sensed something was off.

having lived in the shadows for so long,

upstairs. The presence grew stronger until a gust of wind from a sudden

and fierce exchange. Steven soon gained

"EI!"

voice carried a hint of sharpness. "You're too slow!" The person he addressed as

out before you even get inside?" Steven's dark eyes softened briefly before he released his grip

was instantly illuminated. Steven stood by the door, one hand on the light switch, the other hanging loosely by his side. His

a striking presence Her long black hair was tied back, revealing her finely sculpted face.