At that moment, hearing Stella's words, her brother slowly stood up from his seat. His face was calm, but the fire in his eyes said something else entirely. His lips curled into a cold smirk as he looked directly at her and said, "Do I look like someone that's joking to you? Do I look like someone who's just playing around?" His tone was low but dangerous. "I've given you my word, Stella. So sit down, relax, and wait for the good news."
The way he spoke without a flicker of hesitation sent a chill down Stella's spine, but not out of fear. It was something else. She knew her brother. When he gave his word, the matter was already settled. He didn't need to shout, and he didn't need to repeat himself.
