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 lifetime?"
"…..." 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 me, you've certainly experienced more and should know that some things can't be measured by return. If you fuss over everything, life becomes 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 became difficult.
This was the first time in so many years that she had seen someone 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.
