Clyde, seated opposite Zhou Ruyan, clenched his jaw, his voice dropping low. "You want me to step back from him, for his sake, don't you?"
"For now, yes," Zhou Ruyan said firmly. "Those two are still young. No matter how mature they may seem, in the end, they are still at an age where love can devastate them. He might handle the baby switch with ease, but love matters… it will be too much of a blow to him. So I ask you, please, let this storm pass before you demand his heart. That's all I ask of you."
Clyde felt his heart ache. He could understand what Zhou Ruyan was saying, but it was too painful for him to comply.
"I understand your concern, madam," Clyde said slowly. His words trembled with restraint. "But this is..." Clyde's words were cut off by another voice.
"I don't need it." Darcy interrupted it with a serious tone.
Both Clyde and Zhou Ruyan turned.
Darcy stood at the doorway. His expression was unreadable, eyes dark and steady.
