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."

things you all find so important may not mean the same to him." With that, Steven left Sean's

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

sensed something was off. He did

would be somewhat compromised. Yet having lived in the shadows for so long,

made his way upstairs. The presence grew stronger until a gust of wind from a sudden strike flew past him; Steven

fierce exchange. Steven soon gained the

"EI!"

hint of sharpness. "You're too slow!" The person

in the darkness as she said, "You mean I should take you out before you even

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

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