Hearing that, Stephen raised his brows. "Don't ask too much, and stay away from them in the future." "So ..." A playful smile crept onto Linda's lips. "It looks like my guess is right." "Linda," Stephen uttered in a low voice. Clearly, he was getting a little unhappy. Linda laughed. "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. By the way, what exactly did you do to lose someone as great as Yvonne?" Instead of answering her question, Stephen said, "Go home early if there's nothing else." Then, he ended the call. Staring at her phone, Linda shook her head helplessly. How was she going to help him in the future if he didn't tell her anything? The next second, she received a message from Stephen."Tomorrow is the weekend. You should meet Britney. I'll arrange for a car to pick you up in the morning," her brother wrote. It didn't sound like a discussion, but rather an order. Linda had been back in the country for some time now. However, not once had she mentioned seeing Britney. It was

Stephen locked eyes with Yvonne in silence for a long time, his gaze reflecting the evening glow. Yvonne felt uncomfortable being stared at. "Cat got your tongue?""I just wanted to see you." That was all he said. Then, he looked away. "I'm going back now."Yvonne watched the Maybach decisively drive away, feeling at a loss. "What the heck is going on?" In the car, Stephen gazed deeply at Yvonne through the rearview mirror. She was standing in the evening sun, her petite figure emanating intrinsic pride and strength. It was as if she were radiating not because of the sun but because of her own brilliance. After listening to Linda's words earlier, Stephen had been wondering if it had been the right decision to support her in giving birth to Britney back then. It wasn't until he'd seen Yvonne that he seemed to have gotten an answer to that. Having known Yvonne for such a long time, he should have realized that she'd always been clear about what she wanted. As long as she decide

However, Ariel didn't receive any replies from Stephen. She thought her hint wasn't clear, so she headed to Oceania Villa the next morning. By the time Stephen came downstairs, Ariel had already made breakfast for Britney and was sitting by the dining table. "You're up?" Ariel shot him a gentle smile. Stephen approached them. Looking at Britney playing with the toast, he said, "Go and play upstairs if you're done eating. Don't play with food." Britney put down the toast obediently and tugged at the hem of Ariel's clothes. "Play with me, Aunt Ariel." "You go up first," Stephen ordered in a deep voice. It wasn't until then that Ariel understood his intentions. "I want to talk to your dad about something. I'll come to you soon, okay?" Ariel coaxed Britney softly. The little girl nodded. Ariel lifted Britney off the chair and watched her run up the stairs. When Ariel turned around, she met Stephen's frosty gaze. Her heart skipped a beat. "Don't play boring tricks like this

Carmen led Yvonne to a parlor. Upon sitting down, she asked, "Are you blaming me for tricking you into showing up at the Andersons' banquet?"Yvonne hummed in acknowledgment.Carmen laughed. "You're so straightforward! I like it!"Carmen had been in the business industry for a long time and had encountered too many hypocritical people. Seeing how honest and upfront Yvonne was, Carmen couldn't help but like her even more. "Actually, Mr. Anderson Senior isn't trying to take the kid away from you. He was just testing how you'd react to it." Carmen brewed a pot of coffee and said calmly, "You already know that Stephen is supposed to marry Ariel. Mr. Anderson Senior only acknowledges Ariel as his granddaughter-in-law. As for you, the child you have with Stephen can be considered the greatest threat to their marriage. "It's true that Mr. Anderson Senior likes that kid, but he'd also be willing to give up on him for Ariel's sake. I heard from Madam Hazel that he's strictly forbidden

"Mr. Stephen, the banquet is about to start," a waiter informed him respectfully. Hearing that, Stephen temporarily set aside the idea of giving Linda a call. He put his phone away and entered the club. The banquet was set on the balcony, emanating a unique ambiance. Fine wines and delicate dishes had been prepared, complemented by the night breeze and beautiful view of the moon. As the Andersons settled into their seats, Charles and his wife arrived a little later, with Conan sitting in the wheelchair. Before, Conan had never been given a chance to eat at the dining table. As far as he could remember, he'd only had meals in his room. This was his first time attending the Andersons' family banquet, so he couldn't help but feel a little awkward and uneasy.It had been Camille's idea to bring him over tonight. Conan was no longer the same as before. No matter what, he was an Anderson. He couldn't possibly continue to hide from Stephen on occasions like this. Moreover, consider