Robert Stephens furrowed his brows slightly, looking at Edward Stephens without speaking, but the voice of the somewhat nervous butler came from the doorway—
"Young Master, when did you come back? Why are you standing alone at the door?"
Robert Stephens' expression changed, and he instinctively looked toward the door, only to see George Stephens standing there alone.
The corridor light was very dim, and the little guy stood lonely at the door, looking somewhat dazed.
In that instant, he felt a kind of shock.
For the first time in years, he felt his heart tighten, while Edward Stephens simply walked out without any reaction.
Robert Stephens took a small breath, softened his voice, and said, "George, where have you been? Why are you coming back so late?"
George Stephens walked in, his little face expressionless, long eyelashes drooping, "There's a woman I really hate, and I want her to disappear from this world. Teacher, what should I do?"
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