Edward Stephens let out a light scoff, the sarcasm in his voice almost tangible.
He said, "I thought, to you all, I'm already a dead man."
Charlotte Smith lowered her head, her voice still gentle, "Second Young Master, don't say things in anger."
"As long as you bear the name Stephens for a day, you're a member of the Stephens family."
Edward replied coldly, "Then what's your surname, coming here to criticize?"
Charlotte paused slightly, raising her head to look at Edward Stephens.
Her gaze was as soft as water, her face pale and immaculate; anyone who saw her would think she was a frail and delicate woman.
In the shimmering moonlight, her eyes were gentle like water. As Charlotte looked at him, her gaze was somewhat profound.
"I'm doing this for your own good, Second Young Master," she said softly. "He... will call you back sooner or later. Whether you like it or not. Miss Ginger is a very good person, but eventually, she's still not a match for you..."
