The Promise Of Happiness

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.

“Something astonishing happened, Sam. Sophia can speak now.”

hearing this, Samuel’s gaze softened as the corner of

method was effective when you took Sophia

“I was there during the psychological intervention. Professor James merely applied a conventional treatment this time, which was no different

the cause

she called her Mommy several times. You should’ve seen her sulky face when they were about to part. Her eyes were

back to the earlier events, Steven still felt that it was all very

back with

so

Samuel was also puzzled. “Tell me about

over her face and was ordinary-looking,” Steven replied as he tried his best to recall her appearance. “Her facial

about her looks,

Steven was rendered speechless.

the woman is special to

gut feeling that this ordinary-looking woman would be the key to curing Sophia’s

his thigh as soon as he heard his brother’s

it. How could I forget such an important matter? I’ll do it right

second floor, Franklin Bowers was sharpening some

on a higher pedestal compared to his sister. However, this was just an act for outsiders, as he was the perfect embodiment of an overprotective

from Franklin, Sophia drew

flat nose bridge, thick lips, and a face dotted with freckles. Oddly enough, the little girl was grinning the entire time she was

all. She even drew yellow lines

finished the drawing with a word scribbled on top of the woman’s head that