Mrs. Sterling nodded, feeling quite gratified.
She felt her younger daughter had matured and become more sensible.
Meanwhile, Sylvia Sterling observed her sister discreetly and noticed something interesting.
'Why does the little fool look so aggrieved?'
Sylvia's gaze unintentionally drifted to Roman Rhodes.
The man, who had been polite, reserved, and distant all evening, was now gazing at her sister with a tender, affectionate look.
Mrs. Sterling, oblivious to all this, asked as she walked, "Where's our car?"
Sylvia explained, "Mr. Miller and the others drank too much, so Dad had a driver take them home first."
The three members of the Sterling family entered the courtyard, their figures receding into the distance.
Miles, ever so tactful, closed the wrought-iron gate.
Jude Langley rubbed his temples and chuckled, calling out to Brandon Coleman, "Coleman, take me home. We'll head out first."
