After leaving the Sheldon family's old residence, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Amelia Clarke sat in the car, thinking about Old Madame Sheldon's words. Victoria Sheldon hiring someone to kill Kingston Sheldon couldn't simply be due to jealousy over their parents' favoritism, but that was certainly a factor.
"Owen, in the future, we must treat the three children fairly and hope they can love and support each other deeply."
Amelia lowered her gaze, her tone introspective, "Other than with their parents, the strongest bonds are between siblings. They should care for and support one another."
Owen Moreland understood her concerns. Among high-society families, it wasn't uncommon for brothers to turn against one another for the sake of personal gain.
He freed his right hand to clasp his petite wife's slightly cool hand and comforted her softly, "Don't worry. Our children won't be like the others."
