Edward Stephens’s jawline slightly tightened as he squinted at his smiling brother, then softly said, "Brother, have you ever given without receiving anything in return in this lifeti?"
"......" Robert Stephens stared at him, the smile on his face gradually fading, lost in thought, his expression turning colder.
Edward watched him, softly saying, "Brother, you’re many years older than , you’ve certainly experienced more and should know that so things can’t be asured by return. If you fuss over everything, life becos overly petty."
Charlotte Smith stood behind Robert, the fingers on the handrail sweating from anxiety.
She swallowed slightly in the tense atmosphere, so nervous that even breathing beca difficult.
This was the first ti in so many years that she had seen soone dare to contradict Robert.
Only now did she clearly feel how deeply rooted her fear of this man was.
Not just fear, but her body couldn’t help but tremble uncontrollably.
Seeing soone dare to confront him, even though it wasn’t her, she couldn’t help but turn pale.
Robert’s face rarely turned cold, his deep gaze fixed on his brother, with a hint of anger over his words.
After a long pause, he slowly said:
"You don’t know how to cut your losses in ti; you’ll regret it sooner or later."
He no longer looked at Edward but called for soone to open the door. This ti, Edward couldn’t stop him in ti and could only frown as he watched Robert walk into the hospital room.
Daisy Ginger lay on the hospital bed, a breathing mask on her face. Her breathing was weak and steady, and her overly pale face made her look like a beautiful porcelain doll.
Having fallen from the third floor, she didn’t break any bones, but her organs were bleeding, accompanied by a concussion — not injuries that could heal easily.
Robert rely glanced at Daisy. He had seen beautiful won many tis. If Daisy hadn’t appeared at Edward’s side, he probably wouldn’t have spared even a second’s glance at her.
He was truly indifferent; for things he wasn’t interested in, he wouldn’t even waste a thought.
"To be honest, even now, I’m not very satisfied with her." Robert leaned back against the wheelchair, one hand calmly supporting his face, speaking with a hint of critical indifference, "She’s not gentle, not obedient, and surrounded by idiots. You’ve beco foolish spending ti with her. I’m a bit regretful, Edward," he looked up at his brother, "I shouldn’t have softened towards you. I should have tied you up and brought you back to Chicago instead of bringing such a burden back. For what?"
"......" Edward walked slowly over, blocking Robert’s view. He heard a threatening tone in his brother’s voice, making his gaze grow colder.
"If you dare to touch her, even if it destroys , I won’t let you go."
Charlotte stood behind, her heart thumping wildly, and directly facing the confrontation between the two brothers made her legs nearly give out.
Stop talking—she anxiously prayed in her heart—don’t provoke this man anymore!
"Ha..." The man let out a low chuckle, looking at Edward’s face, and in a calm and soft voice, asked, "Are you threatening , my dear brother?"
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